Oceanside Meditations

Silica gives way beneath my worn feet
As a shuffling amongst the atmosphere awakens
Freedom in a gust of salty levity.
Flaming balls of plasma perforate the heavenly darkness.

Under each breath in this fleeting silence
Hide wisps of magic, perpetuated by the spirit
Of discovery, the passion of knowledge.
A thousand questions are buried in each exhale.

Here, I feel nihilism disintegrate.
Now, tears flow of their own accord.
In the expanses, in the infinitesimal,
Hope finds its unyielding roots.

Most days, I would look up
And wonder, “Why am I here?”
Tonight, another thought overwhelms me…
“Thank goodness I am.”