Vantage Point

It’s a peculiar inwardness,
as mysterious as the Baltic Sea is to me.
But I’m utterly free
to be carefree and transfixed.
What I meant to say is
I love the slope of the tree line,
the wind-tossed leaves
leaving the trees
like blind birds
and the jutting crags seeming to
crawl the earth.
From my vantage point—a gully
on a hillside, where I clip-clip-clip
as two seagulls watch, waiting.
The fraternity
of nature’s secrets enthralls!
The wonderments!
The wonderments!
I marvel
at the scattering of new growth.
I’m here
where all the parts coalesce
into a cohesive whole.