ANY HORIZON YOU LIKE

 

any sense of ancestral journey begins here

with lifting, with life, with a sense of purpose

adventure beckoning the bright dawn protagonist

 

there was a house once with balloons like this

up and out from the personal to sense around the world

and to some extent it’s now a mountainous hot air basket

peeking from a higher peak of ice-capped hydrogen

 

we within any story climbing to claim wonder

rising through cloudy tides to a new daybreak

oceans of birds and currents sing for electric storms

no climax without a crisis so surrender to tension

 

every story moves this way

upward til the breath ends