the rhythms of life escape into
the convoluting extremes of
here i stand
lost in the tides of time
submerged in the pages of
a multitude of people moving
to and fro with anonymous destinations,
trampling on the footsteps
of the hurrying bird.
the dazzling red bulb of the sun
subdues all in the path of its glaze-
nanoseconds of triumphant joy, subsequent hours
of misery only to reveal itself as the untold blessing
emerging from the
convoluting extremes of nature’s face.
- Sophia Ojha Ensslin