horizon

   

she is sitting at the kitchen table
thinking about the pain in her back
from sitting this way so long

her fingernails are running through the ruts
on the top of the table

running back and forth from where the ruts start
to where the ruts end and back again

you are watching her fingers move across the table
trying to read her mind

you are looking at each other

but focusing on a point on the horizon
directly behind the other's eyes

and neither of you notices

because both of you are doing it

after awhile the place you are
looking for is there

the horizon pounded flat
from one end to the other

and the eyes you were both looking through
are like headlights of a car

coming over the curved plane of the land

you feel the lights come on like the sun
at the top of your head

making their way down over your face
as they rise over the hills

and when they get to your eyes
you feel this grinding inside you

like turning over after sleeping too long
and parts are slowly beginning to move

something clicks on behind your eyes
and you are moving over land

so smooth it doesn't need a road

you go over hills and lose sight
of the headlights for awhile

but you always find them again
a little brighter now

a little closer.