“The Horizon’s Position” – poem by Erik Cowhey








Rotating clock

I’m zoning out

The hands keep their pace

Of that I’ve no doubt


I’m a little less steady

My fingers strum a beat

Makes sense to my brain

Though it dances with no feet


Song’s out of step

Rhythms off key

Physics have flipped

The air feels good on bare feet


I’m breaking my back

By laying down

My spine has cracked

From the weight pushing down

What I lost

Got lost in what I found


Could have fallen face first

But my eyeline’s at the sky

Towards the open space

Not the endless horizon line


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