What it might be like
To get trampled
By a caterpillar?
But I wonder too
At the worlds now gone
I cannot imagine
Hands pocketed
Shoulders hunched
Voices hushed
They’re a beautiful sight
These denizens of stormy weather
There’s a strength
In their solemn wonder
Here where nature runs her course
Indifferent to the human presence
While the humans revel quietly
In hers
I look to the sea
Realizing
They’re already here
I wonder at the lives
Lived in the glow
Which to me
Seems just a dot
Reflected
Off a still sea
I stop for a moment
Lean up against the fender
In the dry, brittle air
While the engine tinks and cracks
I never tire
Of the small wonders this world offers