This horizon is mine by design.
My thoughts stitch together distant patches of rain,
with future rays of sunlight.
The dip and pull of the needle contracts every muscle in my body
Forging new lines on my much marked canvas.
Some may look at this canvas; a work in progress, as
a tumultuous explosion of multicolored lines,
leading to no discernible destination. But
I know this thread I’ve strewn across my whole life
brings with it the fabric of every moment I’ve ever breathed
And I can run my fingers across each moment —
They shoot off in new colors to pull me down one path or another.
Although some parts are frayed and knotted,
There’s always a silky smooth section that follows,
Piecing together the image that forms my very own horizon.
It is the constant
growing culmination of all that I have been and all
that I ever will be.
Though my fingers are rough and my palms overworked,
I won’t stop the thread from flowing out my fingertips,
Adding new colors, new materials, new textures
to cast my future before me.
Each stitch pulls me deeper
into my ever expanding horizon,
and I am boundless.