The symphony of waves
Cascading against the shore at my feet consumes me.
The weight of my body prohibits movement
Of the grains of sand held fast by the pressure
Exerted upon its surface,
Yet my toes feel the tickle
Of the loose debris being washed away
With each pulse of the unrelenting waters.
In their wake a pillar is etched into the earth,
Where erosion was denied.
I’m left standing on an undeserved pedestal,
A delicate equilibrium.
The black fair night sky
Is separated only by the fixed
And seemingly unchanging points of light above,
In contrast to the constant movement
Of the moon’s reflection on the water’s surface.
The elegance of this design
is truly breathtaking,
And made all the more tranquil
As a gentle breeze wisps
unruly bits of hair across my cheek.
Facing the vastness
And the inviting incandescence sprawled before me,
I am tempted.
To stroll out and be embraced by the exquisite perfection,
Of the moment’s serenity.
Wrapped in the gentle peacefulness of it all.
Hesitation
By way of the fortitude of my own psyche,
Gives me pause to reconsider this precarious position.
Apprehensive of the ease
In which the coveted numb could be so simply attained.
I take a step back,
But not before a last appreciative glance
At the pristine backdrop.
With all of the ugly bits of the world
Temporarily cloaked by the dark of night.