you set off, sweetie (as you said), to the stars...
like a dream of skipping stones
or skipping sapphires, rather...

do not blame me if
i choose geography,
perhaps just because it's easy - ...

we imagine an horizon, and it hardens
into faultless definition: the horizon.
it begins to illustrate imagination...
dear, other things that we imagined
were not often so obliging.
still the horizon is unbroken.

elizabeth bishop, unpublished poem