Beyond the Horizon…

I have never flown around the earth with my eyes popping but I have travelled in my dad’s uncomfortable Toyota, with the sun beating down, to my cousins house in the countryside on a hot day.

Caught a ghost at midnight all light blocked by the wispy, grey clouds but I have jumped on the trampoline at full moon with my friend in the freezing cold.

I have never raced across the ice in the Arctic with huskies pulling my sled but

cycled down the cornflake trail, panting, thinking of the sugary sweets I will get as a reward.

I have never befriended a giant, crushing trees and anything unlucky enough to be in its path but I have watched an over-excited dog trampoline over plants.

I have never visited an underwater kingdom with a palace made of glittering shells but I have gone to Hyde Park and looked, in awe, at Buckingham palace.

I have never stroked a bird of paradise while it frolics around but I have touched a soft owl with feathers seeming to melt in my hands.

I have never bowed to a hippogriff and ridden it, its wings beating but I have saddled a cute donkey with a charcoal grey fur clip clopping across a sandy beach.

I have never trekked up the Himalayas, my forehead sweating but I have walked up Parliament Hill on a sunny day.

I have never been able to reach up into the vast, star strewn sky and grasp what is beyond the horizon but I have dreamed and imagined what could be up there deep and black, dense and terrifying.