The horizon glows, a glance
upward and the sky is there,
but really, the eyes fall back
to that place in the mind, a
line of images just
over the trees, that
undiscovered tract
of personal phenomena,
where the sky pulls
suddenly        and burns onto
the side of a mountain,
or folds quietly into the sea;
there is my future,
a crease in the world that
appears to be blue.