Wanderlust

On my horizon I imagine
A house, with a garden
Where someone plants their basil.

On their horizon someone
Walks the dog, and considers
What to make for dinner.

The brown leather chair
Where I sit and read my books
Is someone else’s horizon.

We are all each other’s horizons.
We are all, somehow, 
Meant for each other.

Wanderlust is just another name
For the unseen rubber bands
Which the crafty Eternal uses
To hold her creation together.

July 2023