Horizon

The crossroad that 
my life was
had been littered
objects haphazardly tossed
and people pitched 
some even piled 
all just waiting 
someone to come 
many I did
believing that trash
could be treasured 
placed before me 
but now those
very same things 
are behind me 
and in front 
nothing but road
and sky and 
the mountain horizon