A sudden encounter springs into happy hugs and tears of relief Quickly moves into something deeper He tells me prison has been his keeper This war of times is more like a silent sweeper   Come my dear I’ll offer celebration over sorrows   None of it ever comes easy So used to loss A constant state of alteration Identity grows stronger A partial change Not distinctly different from what he was yesterday   Hey you, when you feel detached Tap the dreams that need to be Don’t let

Horizon Hunter, poem by Jessey Jansen

A field essay on what breaks when speed meets reality, and what replaces it if you stay. Originally published on Reedsy