“Wild Horizon,” oil painting by Anna Patricia Keller
Inspired by “Wild Horizon,” oil painting by Anna Patricia Keller
There’s a rugged line in the west today,
a brown-black row of clouds that hovers,
curling into itself like waves
with white caps on a windy sea.
The horizon rises toward the north,
follows a choppy slope of land.
This turbulent sky churns with fate,
pulls itself over the pale and innocent earth.
Brush strokes slide down the
canvas of land, a hint
of late summer’s ochre
tucked away to the side.
We live this wild horizon –
it’s as familiar as the back of our hand,
a line that keeps us company as the days roll on.
Some afternoons, we ride this trail
into a storm of destruction.
but it also sends rain
for the crops
for the rivers
Past this reckless horizon,
beyond these painted-on clouds,
waits the welcome blue sky of home.
We linger on the front porch
and watch the afternoon turn into
evening, and evening turn into stars.
~ by Cheryl Unruh