horizon (phoenix)

What’s next? You ask
And I cannot tell you

It’s just beyond my vision
Just outside my reach
From right behind the edge
Of the horizon I sense
It’s heading... towards me

To meet the void
Within my body
To greet the vortex
Inside my mind
Which spins around
In vain, in circles
That hang out just
Outside of time
Or so I tell myself
To trust it’s near

- I sit and wait -

It’s silent here; though
Not for lack of sound:
It’s my breath held
For fear of thwarting
Its destiny; it’s a pause,
A nothingness, a nod;
A quiet moment of
Distilled expectation
Whilst awaiting the answer
To your question, dear

Is it a storm cloud
Hastily gathering?
Is it the sun
All raging flames?
Is it the unicorn
In flight, in gallop
Engulfed with longing
To come home again?

I do not know
I cannot see
What it actually is
That is approaching
Me