Vanishing Point

Vanishing Point

and if you were to draw the long straight road

and you were to imagine it stretching in front of you

and if you drew it in the dust before your feet:

this is how it would look.

the lines denoting the road would come together

gradually, closing in to the cusp of earth

they would meet at the point where the road becomes the sky:

that’s the vanishing point.

now in the dust at your feet begin to draw

the road step by step and don’t forget

to keep your lines in rhythm with your steps:

the goal is the sky.

each step you take along the road becomes

a milestone where other lines might intersect

and draw your eyes away to other points:

these are not your destination.

don’t bring your lines to the point too soon

lest you miss some vital step of the journey

a glimpse, a kiss, a stumble might make all the difference:

but the horizon is constant.

the masters of renaissance it is said

laboured over their work until they found

the truth contained within the illusion of space

and followed the lines towards their immortality:

this knowledge is yours.

take heart, therefore, that the road will end at a point

of your own design and allow you the flight that comes

with the convergence of lines at the end of the road:

this is the vanishing point.