Beside the water I could feel gravel

slide upon my shoes, dry.

There wasn’t any risk here only

living in a quiet world,

where in retrospect I would wonder

how it is we came here.

I threw some rock in, a splash ripples

to indicate a world of glass.

I thought of who I am trying to see,

water casting shadows; a fog

is all I could really imagine there to be.

I stood and kicked some dirt.

I wondered when the time might come,

when happiness could be mine.

I stood inside the beauty of nature

I chose to watch another sunrise.