All Things Considered

There is:

form in the chaos of wilderness, defined

by the heather’s hue, the gorse’s glare,

giving life, and

holding me in thrall to the world;

comfort in the violent sea that pounds,

pounds on the rocks, surrounding with mist

hissing white, and

synchronising my resting pulse;

reassurance in the rise of the storm

that stirs the dead weight of sultry air,

filling sails, and

revealing surfaced hope in its wake;

fascination in the wildfire’s flame

whose flares draw the gaze of everyman,

erasing all, yet

re-founding its own evolution.

All is:

earth, water, air, or fire.

Yet, still, we discern fissures in between –

ethereal spaces.

Here I find You.