There, look, I say to me,
and I look.
I see blue, lavender—life.
And stare
at that horizon's calm gaze.
Like leopard eyes.
Bright and then brighter
and then dimmer and darker
as clouds part
and re-gather .
I promise to stay
here,
in this moment of clouds
and swells
not in the last moment,
not 1000 moments past,
nor in the next.
I will not squander this moment
with its music of wind chasing wind,
bird calling bird,
water washing rock.
yes .... yes I can do this,
I will, do this.
I will kneel at the altar
of this moment.
No other.
