Meeting with the horizon

The miles from the beach and the horizon

Are so near

That the climb to the end

Is a matter of fashion and fad

I could walk or boat or ship

To the very front

And sit beside the horizon

And gaze at its illusion

The calls come to me

As I stand at the beach

In waves, some large and some small

So I look around for a boat or a ship

To find my legs looking for a bridge

So I waveringly started walking

Towards those waves

Some large, some small

They moved towards in such team work and clicks

That admiration for them was at its greatest

The sheer strength of them

Helped me find no walkable plate

For the core of my heart

Was the horizon up front