The Enormity of a Sunset

Nothing reminds me
Of just how small a speck I am
In this universe
Than being in an expansive landscape
At golden hour

I sit with that
Groove on my insignificance
Feel community
With all the other insignificant things
I share existence with

The rock I’m sitting on
The trees and shrubs around me
The wildflower eking out a life
In a crack of the craggy cliff face
Each ephemeral wave breaking on the shore

We’re all here
For the briefest glimmer of time
Even the half billion year-old rock
I’m sitting on
The tiniest things in the tiniest time

Because what is any one thing
No matter how large
Or how old
When measured against
The infinite eternal

But here I am
For the briefest slice of a moment
In this miniscule scene
Of a star setting over a planet’s horizon
Feeling connected to all of it

And for that moment
I am not just a part of it all
But filled with it all
Expanding until I am as vast and timeless
As the universe

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Then the sun sets
I go back to the car
And tow my little trailer
To some nice little spot
To camp for the night

Apparently
Even enormity
Is ephemeral
But the memory of it
Lasts a lifetime