Poem Collection - MythOfHappiness - 13. Beauty and Water

Sometimes I think about beauty and water.

How one is impossible without the other

I think about the way the Colorado sunset

Slid into that crystal lake and how

There was no one around but me

And the silence and the wind

And the way that the beauty of it all

Struck me, and how I was sad

Because I knew that I would only feel like this

A few times in my entire life

And I knew that this moment,

This perfection,

Could never last forever

Because then it wouldn’t be perfection,

Perfection has to be rare in order to exist at all

I think about the way that the ice on the mountain looks

When the snow pours from the sky

Deep in the winter

And everything is white,

And the cold burns your skin wherever it can reach

And I climb, as high as I can

All the way to the top

And I look over the town and I see the people

In their cars and their coats,

Stumbling through the ankle deep powder

Fighting the cold as they do whatever it is they’re doing

And go wherever it is they’re going

And I think about how it all doesn’t matter

And I think about how it all matters more than anything

And I’m lost for a moment,

Before I realise that it’s not supposed to make sense

I think about how,

A long, long ways away

There is a little house

On a bit of land

In the middle of nowhere

With a muddy creek running through it

And how I can get up and go to that little house

And everyone I love will be out by that little creek

Eating too-small hamburgers and burnt hotdogs

And laughing about something, anything at all

Sometimes I think about beauty and water

And how I couldn’t live without either one