Finding My Place

CATEGORY

Distress is subdued in hues of amber and blue.

Summer’s heat in retreat like ebbing tides from bare feet

as I stand atop sands of geologic time’s grind.

Suspended in zephyrs, cool, misty sea brine

kisses my skin like her lips’ soft caresses.

This is bliss, and I am wholly cognizant of it.

I dwell in space-time that ignorance covets.

I love this state of mind. This peaceful state of mine

perceives sweet melodies in the rhythms of the sea.

Crashing waves on beaches highlight abstract masterpieces

painted by the death of Horus under clouds in skies before us

at day’s ending.

The impending dark of night patiently waits

upon the dimming vestiges of Horus’ raiment to abate,

and it makes me contemplate mankind’s inevitable fate.

With my woman’s eyes for mirrors, I accept what’s been made clearer –

embrace my role within the fold to chronicle in written word

those things I fear may go untold if I don’t share what I’ve observed.

I find my charge a cause that is noble.

Through the web I take it global

in hopes its ripples reach Earth’s every corner.

-HymnAgen