Into The Horizon

Time can be bent around the Earth,
And the space of the universe
Is ever expanding.
I can drink beer with my ancestors–
One with bloody, blistered fingers,
The other draped in a cloak
Of tiger pelt–while you remain
Out there in the distant world.
When I take two steps
Off the porch and into
The cornfield, where strands
Of your hair peek out
Like scared crows, I realize
I will never make it to you;
You continue to move farther
Away, expanding into the horizon.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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