Its broadness seduces, then reduces; I stand at its edge as if it contains the answer.
It haughtily reminds me that it does not.
I want the key to the puzzle,
the clue to the end.
It bids me to accept that my dreams, and wishes are not my own that they belong right where I am standing
to the awesomeness of Mother Nature,
to the continuing cycle of life, to the inherent greatness of every living thing.
I bow as if to accept its wise reduction, but deep inside know I will be back again next week to stand at its shores
and once again try to negotiate myself as my own.