Short Change Of Direction Poems

Over the Curved Horizon

Listen to poem:

I see the horizon is not straight. 
It curves down at its ends, 
keeping the future pending, 
just out of reach, 
beyond the cliff's edge. 
It bends sharply, like water does. 
It refracts the line of expectation
into a sudden change of direction, 
tilting destiny to fall its way.