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