Something About Perspective

Perspectives change. I draw a line to the horizon

and the view grows smaller. In reverse, my line

from the horizon is drawn back to me and objects

grow in size. A timeline from left to right and I

move forward, from right to left and I am taken

back. Step outside the line and I am in a different

dimension. As I age, my perspective changes. I

have come so far and cannot go back. The road

ahead narrows. In the rear view mirror, objects

seem smaller than they appear. And behind me, the

past slowly slips from view. My life has been driven

in a given manner. The line to the horizon winds a

certain way, and I go as I must go, growing older

and smaller in time. I am headed for the horizon.

Perspective commands me past yesterday, through

today, headed for the uncertainties of change. I

follow the line into a puzzlement of passing time,

destined for The No Man’s Land of Tomorrow.

Putting the whole scene into perspective, and each

motivated in our own way, we’re all bound to make

it there eventually.

Chris Hanch 11-5-19