A point of view,
A passing look –
A horizon chanced.
Grabbed your heart.
You rush straight forward
Excitement enlightens,
Catch your vision framed in glass.
Things expected to last
Fade into dust.
A roving eye takes in the skyline.
Your wheels roll faster,
No reason to linger.
Watch where you go,
Hints of a future on a hope and a prayer
Vaguely familiar.
Jet takes off,
Engines roar resistance,
A world you know recedes from sight.
Feet press the floor,
Ahead a land dreamed,
As you fly through clouds,
Thick with emotion,
Dense with conviction.
Airport staff welcome arrivals.
Newcomers enter corridors like cattle
Similar to ones tramped down previously.
Except for art hung on the walls,
Who would notice
As you trudge to your baggage?
Signs encourage movement
To finish the journey.
Call an Uber, Arrive as expected,
Start a fire, settle in,
Read a book, make a friend —
Outside your view creates distinctions.
Inside your heart beats the same rhythm.
Up close —
The view once seen from afar —
Begins to look old.
More sun, more salt,
Sea air may soothe the way —
But vistas fixed in the brain remain.
Travel across mountains
Land by an ocean
Find a mysterious spot
A quiet retreat.
Look to the horizon
Get a new perspective,
A different point of view —
They mirror your past,
Moving life forward
As long as you last.
THH
4/21/26
Thoughts Have Hands 