losing myself while not getting lost

So here’s what I miss, as summer draws to an end:

seeing what rises so high above me
that is not of human construction—

which is to say feeling small in comparison
to something other than a building.

Whether that’s the mountains of the Alps
or the evergreens in the hills of western North Carolina,
there’s just something about feeling small in nature
so vastly different from looking up
to what rises above me made by human hands.

The mountains and trees rise,
more separate from me—
thus, somehow, more impressive to me,

and I can lose myself in a greater whole
rather than just getting lost.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s