your eyes gaze forward
the sun makes you squint
you adjust your gaze
but your eyes stay fixed
upon the horizon
the landscape shifts
moonlit eclipses a blazing sun
cool evenings follow alfresco summer days
winter woolen replaces tiny bikinis
and still your eyes fix
steady
upon the horizon
Then a breeze gently caresses your skin
you turn to see
if a window has been left open
notice muslin curtains a flutter in the breeze
and realise
there is not one
but many ajar
and suddenly your eyes
circumnavigate back
to your original focus
on the horizon
it hasn't shifted
but your perspective has
and you realise
that you are in
a good place.
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