Two Poems on Perspective

Time Travel

That moment, that time
that you wish you could
relive, revisit,
just walk around in?
There is no way to reach it.
But there is every possibility
that some future you
might wish that they
could revisit this very moment.
What is it
that they would long to see,
long to do?
Is there any way
that just for a bit
you might try to look
through those eyes
and through that wonder
at the moment you are in?

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Chasing the Horizon

How tempting lies the horizon,
so full of imagined possibility,
and how eager our feet
to take up the chase.
But the pursuit yields only sorrow,
for the closer we draw,
the farther it pulls away.
If we may pause for a moment
and but consider
that from some distant perspective
that horizon lies not forever out of reach,
but beneath our very feet.
And that we now stand on ground
that to another
is only yet a dream