No Further South

It points to this:
we have reached a place,
we’re told,
of pointless direction,
with certainty set in stone,
leaving us alone
to make of it
what we will.

It points to this:
from these still
clifftop heights
the view is infinite,
only horizon-bound.
The earscape captures
repeated waves of sound.

It points to this:
beyond the ground, the grass
the rocks, the stone
below the skies,
the water waits, the water lies,
forever rending,
never ending.

Yet stop.
Here on the mainland,
hard on the Lizard,
do not heed
the word of mouth
saying that you can go
no further south.

It points to this:
the limits that we find
are only limits of the mind.