Driftwood

Driftwood

Aimlessly floating
  through the darkness
    of the night...
I find myself standing
alone with my thoughts.

There is a saltiness
to the breeze that
burns my eyes...
there is a murmur of water,
caressing the sand,
that tells me where I am.

The pale horizon begins
to glow... moonrise.
I stand mesmerized,
watching the moon grow
in brilliance
  seemingly expanding
to proportions unknown.
It is both breathtaking
and threatening...

I feel my insignificance.

The light dances on the waves
and my eyes follow the
movement of the waves to
a pile of debris... flotsam
on the shore, much like
I feel like flotsam in the world.

The brilliant light suffuses
the scene and the driftwood
takes on a jeweled quality,
sparkling, its shadows darting
and moving in an ancient dance
with the moon's illumination.

I inhale deeply...
  of the spiced air
    of the night sounds
      of the moonlight.

I find hope.


Notes
Open Prompt; Free Verse

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Ken