October 25, 2024Poem
I sit among tall trees
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I sit among tall trees
Back against a trunk
Storied as mountains
The grandeur of them
The extent of their indifference
My fingers dig in the dirt
They have never been so clean
I am lost
Without the stink of sweat
The rupture of noise
The danger of the city
Where so many live and die
Afraid of being alone
Standing in the gloaming
Of a wide sky
Watching the moon glimmer
The shimmer of stars
The vast cathedral of the night
There is majesty here
A toleration
My presence, small beer
Existence is too human a word
To encompass wonder,
The glory of nature
The chaos of order
The precision of its construction
As Empires crumble
City walls tumble
Tidal waters grow
And trees, as tall as mountains,
Do exist