Daily missive for Thursday the 18th of July.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive for Thursday the 18th of July.

The curvature of the earth
Brings up the horizon
Lifting the middle 
Separating top from bottom
Like a belt
Holding up a pair of jeans
Without which they would
Fall down below the knee
With no gravitational restraint
We would all
Resemble a bag of jellied Eels
Distant islands
Always appear higher
The further away they are
Until they disappear
Beneath the rim
Headlands poke out
Into the variegated hues
Of greens and blues
A cheeky finger
A floating spur
A dividing line
Between earth and sky
Nothing is ever truly flat
Everything is a variation
From the norm
No matter how it may appear
The Earth is a sphere
The edge of the world
Is a metaphor
Just like a rainbow
It never truly ends
There is no treasure
To be had
The world is revolving
We are always
Standing at the very top
Even as we tread
On the bottom rung
We look ahead
Around and about
Circumnavigating
A personal perspective
A diorama panorama