The Rhythms of Life

the rhythms of life escape into
the convoluting extremes of
nature's face.
here i stand
lost in the tides of time
submerged in the pages of
historical oceans.

a multitude of people moving
to and fro with anonymous destinations,
empty desires
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