24th April // Reflections on the Tide

I yearn the sense of wonder,
for those small, and large,
alive and still.

And yet as I tried
I could not escape the vast and empty feeling that those mountains bring.
An echo of isolation,
a validation of lonliness
and the insignificance of us all.

But these days
that echo calls to nothing but a whisper
and I notice a shift within
and to follow it across the precipice into a field of flowers
magnificent under the sunlight.
Its vibrancy excites my dormancy lying deep within
and I breathe pinks and whites and yellows.