Wednesday, November 6, 2019

as nothing, compared to . . .

to hold nature

we are not large enough 
to truly hold any part of nature,
any iteration of the rightness
inherent within the birthing of this universe,

each life form, each moment of light,
each casual reveal 
of exotic mystery within commonplace reality,
dwarfs me,

I feel there is enormous power
just behind each contact I notice outside me,
and, if I am not careful, contacts may touch,
and I will not be able to hold the power
just behind, and below, every moment,

the Atlantic Ocean is as nothing compared to the Pacific Ocean,
and I am as nothing compared to the Atlantic,
in fact, I am as nothing compared to a waterfall.

by Henry H. Walker
November 2, ‘19

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