Breathe With Me

A Poem

Breathe with me
As petals open in
Spring’s passion.

Breathe with me
The salted bite
Of the bay’s winds
Gliding over the
Winding bridge.

What do you see
In acorn shells
Trickling along trails
Like spinning tops?

Have you ever wondered
If you are the only person
To ever see this, in this 
Place, a novelty to your
Human experience?

I sympathize
With those who stalk
The stag, searching
For the unattainable,

For who could ever
Truly understand
The immensity
Of the wild?