A Poet’s Qualm

As I sit atop a rock

I am filled with inner peace

I am filled with a focused picture

Though through the night I did not sleep

It’s easy to sit here and wonder

Does it all really revolve around me?

But then I look around and realize

The answer is plain to see,

No.

As I sit atop a rock

I am suddenly aware of my own uniqueness

Life is abundant from where I sit

But I don’t resemble any of it

In fact, save the plants, the bugs, the birds, and the squirrels,

I AM the only living thing that I can see

Not another single human being is near or around me

And this makes a man feel important,

Or at least special

Mountains and valleys sprawl out in front of me

A picture-perfect scene

Nature’s true harmony

And from where I sit I can gaze at it all

Atop this rock itself over one-hundred foot tall

Yes, it’s easy to wish it were all just for me,

But I know that I’m really just part of the scene

I do my part by turning over stones

As my feet brush the ground

Sending vibrations through my bones

It’s a subtle change, it’s true,

But a change nonetheless,

To this glorious view

And if I can be a part of this—

This wonderful, magnificent, profound piece of art—

I know that nowhere exists

Where I can’t find a part.