The Horizon

The door remains open
and follows me wherever I go.
On the one side
I may be taking my last breath,
on the other I am whole again.
The horizon is a razor thin border
separating the two,
wisdom sought
but not always found,
forgiveness sparce but welcome,
hunger fed and forgotten
and a thirst that cannot be quenched.
All, conditions of life --- and death
within a few feet of one another
and still the door remains,
a silent sentinel in time.