The lost island

I went to the edge of the water to stand unobstructed. I went to watch the tide, and to see myself there above the waves like a moon reaching full. I wanted to shine in the freedom of having faith in the uncertainty that every moment brings. I couldn’t do that standing front and center in the city while hundreds of anxious eyes peered around -- searching for something more or less than them. I couldn’t breathe in the air like it was gold, because their minds were wearing heavy on me like the way a thick fog that covers the windshield of your car while you are running at 70 down a country road. High beams only make it worse.

So I escaped to the water front, and I felt natural there. I took in the night, deep and full, into my lungs and I became the moon. I watched everything below me with an earnest tranquility that slowed the tide - or made it rage. From the sky I saw myself, just a small girl in a small world that was placed in a very big Universe. I was like a little speck of dust, another piece of sand that blended right in with the rest of the shore. And that made me feel better; it made the worries melt into wind while my hair danced around my face and my skirt wrapped itself around my bare legs. It made me release the breath I subconsciously held.

In the middle of the rat race, double pace, break back scatter I was just another piece of the ground that makes up this earth. My actions held consequence and caused a ripple in the lake, but they did not destroy he, she, or me. They simply existed as another small part of a very big picture.