| We depend On the idea Of a horizon. It shapes our understanding, Our viewpoint Both of eye and mind. With that finiteness To bound us We can make plans, As long as nothing Gets in the way. We need the picture plane To have its vanishing point Uninterrupted. The landscape of our future Needs to be empty. We cannot write Our dreams of time On the proximate walls That press in On us. |
| James Sey is an writer, academic and art dealer in Johannesburg, South Africa, in the middle of lockdown. He can be reached at jsey@mweb.co.za |