By: Briana Wasil
When moonlight hits the dark, a single glow appears
When a pebble hits the river, a small vibration premieres
The smallest change in a moment, is the biggest lesson to be learned
Of watching and waiting for something magical to return.
A seed that started off as small, grew into a tree,
Even as winter came knocking, just to let it freeze
Crystal constellations formed when they hung,
Like diamond arrows, softly echoing the sun.
Soon that diamond turned to water,
The beginning of a spring
Where life seemed to restart, just about everything
Animals resurfaced from the deep undergrounds
Surveying the new reincarnations all around.
Like a bird just introduced to air for the first time,
Remembering its very own intrinsic design.
A reflexive habit that spreads all around
Sums up the world before
mer-
chants abound.
Some would call it
“Wandering lonely as a cloud”
That really means the gift of solitude forever endowed.