The Infinite Horizon - Bita Takrimi

The horizon calls to me—

not as a destination,

but as a question.

Each morning, it waits,

its edges blurred by the rising sun,

its distance both a promise and a warning.

"Come closer," it whispers,"

but know that I will not stay.

The closer you come,the farther I will move."

I walk toward it,

not with hope,

but with a quiet resolve.

My steps are slow,

weighted by the places I have left behind:

a house filled with laughter and dust,

a river that remembers my reflection,

a tree whose branches once cradled my dreams.

I do not ask the horizon for answers.

I only ask to meet it,

to stand where the sky and earth touch,

if only for a moment.

For in that meeting,

perhaps I will find the truth:

that life is not a journey to be completed,

but a path to be walked,

endlessly,

without regret.

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Bita Takrimi is a poet, scholar and translator proficient in Russian, Polish, Czech, and Persian. Several of her poems have been published, and she has translated a variety of poetic works.