Vanishing Point

Yes, there is a vanishing point
Like that glimpse distant where the sky meets the sea
In a photograph of a long lost day
That we can barely see
For haze or curvature of space,
Held by the earth’s almost impossible size
Neither dark nor light &
All the more obscure for that
But fear not.

Fear not such questions
On the basis of size
Ungraspability or our inability
To see through clearly;
The world & life have no end or edge
We are merely limited in our vision
& so we concern ourselves with
More substantial things,
We think.

We think we know
Or imagine that we can see where they have gone
Or tell a story about the world elsewhere
But there is no world elsewhere
Just changes of perspective
Like memories & dreams &
We’re yet to fully appreciate
The rich depths of this world,
Mostly unseen.

Mostly unseen, like our own substance
Tissues, long chain molecules
Sparkles of light, wheels within wheels of cells
The bright, wordless songs
From which our life uncurls;
The past & future are visions they show us
& are not real;
Neither is the horizon, that vanishing place
Which we cannot touch.



I took a photo of My Dad & my sister Kay on some long lost summer holiday day in the '70s. Love & mystery surround us! I have spoken.