Eight-line Poems

Horizons

Horizons

Out there, where the wind blows free,
the world is bound by horizons,
wide and limitless in open plains,
swaddled by forest in the cooler north,
and here, in the house, the world is my desk
where concentration binds the limits around me,
pierced only by a narrow portal, the net,
and my horizon beyond Cassiopeia.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.03.22
Prompt: Horizon.