Raven's Rock
Sun above the
Sun-warm cliffs, on which
My body sprawls, near the
Edge.
Soul stretches out its
Hand, through the
Sun-warm air,
Reaching toward the
Hazy horizon of
Rustling trees and
Sky.
But the horizon tricks my eyes by
Backing away into eternity,
Circling the sphere, until again it
Meets my
Sun-warm edge.
I try to touch
Infinity,
But find
Myself
In passing.