Bring Me Back That Horizon
Late
night, shore light. Just enough
to see.
And we stand there, tired
of
ourselves. We can’t seem to live
this moment. Like the horizon, it seems
endless.
It doesn’t have walls. It doesn’t
have a
floor. Not like the past which
might have
been bad, but we knew it.
We can
remember the boats floating off
into the
blue. The waves and their scrub
washing
Our names off the sand. When it
was
happening, when that boat was about
to sail
off out of our vision, we didn’t like it
much. We
couldn’t know what it meant.
It was
now. Then. It was the
Horizon
stretching into the rest
of the
world. Years later, it works.
Years
later, it has walls.
Francine Witte is a flash fiction writer and poet, and the author of the flash collection RADIO WATER. Her newest poetry book, Some Distant Pin of Light, has just been published by Cervena Barva Press. Her work has been widely published, and she is a recent recipient of a Pushcart Prize. She lives in New York City. Please visit her website francinewitte.com. She can be found on social media @francinewitte.
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