When my sense of wonder
Needs to be renewed
I rely on nature
Needs to be renewed
I rely on nature
The clouds
Racing the sky
The sea
Boils and churns
And I
Quiet my mind
Be still
Become the stone
Scars
Pockmarks
Weathering
Textures of
Distress
Hardship
Healing
Reach for the sky
Stand proud
And straight
Find new intent
If naught for aught
But to be seen
Standing here
Survivor still
Where some may fail
Yet I remain
Brothers and sisters
Of the world
We bring its people together
They seem to be much
Grander
Than the times I’m living now
I create them like
A dream
All lofty and sublime
Believing there’s
A truth
To the beauty of the lie
Like your touch
Trailing a line
Along my flesh