Horizons....One Shot is all it takes...Join the One Shot Poetry mosh pit.

Teach me how to put my linear reductions

back into the curvature of the whole.

I want to think out and up to the horizon.

I think I see the water tension of the world’s

tear ducts before a blink.

I think I’ll sit with the sunrises and

sunsets as they share coffee and night caps.

Come with me while the light dissipates and

the darkness rolls over the edge.

Sit with me when God calls us to look

unto the hills, the hills which huddle

their crescendos against the exhalation of the day

and the inspirations of the night.

The days and nights turn and roll

as we take them for granted.

That golden light which stirs the

pigmentation of our souls and

the dark that unleashes mystery

and quiet questions.

Will you come with me as

the sun lays in the ocean,

and the moon’s lunacy

paints us like a Geisha?