Like the Horizon
I am curved like the hand at rest in the deep night like the cheek of a beloved child I am never reachable fixed– but not in time or place an illusion of distance always flows through me you see me you walk to me but you can never touch my hand my hair I am unobtainable fathomless “like the horizon I am more of a concept than a corporeal being”
Pamela Olson, 4/10/09
For Read Write Poem’s prompt
“Thrift Store”—write a poem from a
found phrase
“like the horizon
I am more of a concept
than a corporeal being”
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