Point of View

With head held high you look at the horizon at horizons one after another each horizon more open than the horizon before. Held higher your smile brighter your feet firmer on the planet's ground you look held higher. Invisible threads, are they drawing you toward a golden ascent? threads invisible to my small eye? My ivy! An ivy: frightened, hidden in my dark corridor with your green stem I became paired! Every day with head held higher...