‘Now that the tunnel is open, I can find you more easily but the world looks stranger every time I return.’

Kate Howe, 2021, oil paint and oil pastel on canvas, 160 x 200 cm. Collection: Turner, Painting.

the sextant

to fix to stick to stabilize

to stop 

l' arrêt

what do we lose as we hone

gazing into that unknown distance

fixating to find

deleting

eliminating

all the multiples that we must lose to the tyranny of the guiding binary

this horizon

that horizon

we agree together on the fiction of our fixation

this is where sky meets sea

nothing else matters

and all the other horizons fall into the rolling flowing maw

and drown

or float

or evaporate

sucked up into the endless

and poured back down with rage

onto the stormy surface.