The Importance of Me
A calming sea, it’s surface rippled by a warm breeze, stretches before me.
Countless, really countless, grains of sand serve to confine its water.
Dozens of stately, barren islands bound the bay guarding its shoreline from the tempest just beyond.
Hundreds of seagulls float atop the water feasting upon fare of millions below while wondering all the while why those silly looking pelicans must put on such a spectacle diving headlong into the water nearby for what, one fish?
The horizon projects a subtle shift of hues, an amazing gradient from pale red to saturated blue, from turquoise below to pinkish white above.
None of this is new, nothing different tonight from millenniums of nights past.
Not one breeze...
Not one ripple...
Not one bird...
Not one fish...
Not even one grain of sand...
Not one island...
Not the bay...
None give any thought to me.
Calm, rippled, stretching, bound, confined, guarding. My tempest. I’m silly looking.
My life a spectacle. It’s subtle shifts.
None give any thought to me, to the importance of Me.