I find myself
One fine day,
Walking down
A rather treacherous trail,
Well trodden nevertheless,
With countless steps,
Built along the way
To guide wayfarers.

We are each,
On our own,
And yet,
Not quite alone;
For we are all together,
In our collective sojourn.

I pause a while,
To catch my breath,
As I stand at the cusp,
Of a steep fall,
Looking down,
On the verdant green
Of the valley,
That stretches out –
Its tallest trees,
Mere footnotes,
In the vast expanse,
Of the resplendent landscape.

And then it strikes me,
That much like the trees,
I am but,
A tiny bit
Of an enormous whole,
And if I would,
I perchance could,
Blend in with,
And become one
With the collective,
Just as on this day,
And in this moment,
I breathe in the air
Of the welcoming mountains.