To Look Terrible

Sometimes

you just need to get out;

out from the edges of your

town, or of your home

or, even of that space you call

your - self.

Out and 

away.

Out to a place where

the land is spread

before you like

a blanket on the earth,

with the sound of cold

wind whipping across the

surface of that cloth.

Out where the clouds

are formed and given 

substance enough to look

terrible.  Cataclysmic. 

Menacing.

There you will see the places

just along the horizon - 

all about you really - 

where the bitter rains and hale

are falling.  In the distance.

They will appear as

dark vertical wisps pulling up from

the earth and pushing down from the

clouds.  With great force.

Sometimes you need to get out

to that place, so you can feel

small again.  

Remembering

you really don't have much

impact or say in life.  Remembering

it is enough to just be, to just simply 

be.  Small.