Wednesday, May 11, 2016

El Yunque

Like a speck of dust,
On my messy table
I stand in awe at
The foothills of the mount
The enormity strikes
Spell bound, I remain
Multitudes of magnitude
I try to envision
Gentle giants they are
Staying put in peace
Letting life flourish
Standing tall, untouched
Refreshed and renewed
I head back home
The moment was the end
the beginning and all in between