over the horizon

the mud
is cold as I lie here

struggling
to free myself from
what I thought was dry land.

green pastures.

hills and valleys.
streams full
of fish with which to live
on.

the detour

was so easy to take.
the lesser of two roads.
but i'll rise.
i'll
unstick myself
from this deep wet dirt
that anchors
me to the earth.

i'll live.
i'll love.
it's just over the horizon.