what does the horizon look like

I see the horizon for the air and water
that it is
and no more
I watch my mind
and attempt to observe it
without judgement
Can I let these images pass
before me without getting caught
in their drama?
Can I not draw conclusions on who it is
I think that I am?
Can I let go of the personas I imagine
that I embody?
What is it like to simply be here?
What does the horizon actually look like?
I have gazed at it hours upon hours
over the course of my life
but I feel like I have never really ever seen it