feeling down

is it only the sunlight

that makes the sun

the sky

formed by a single cloud

the earth that is

bound by a pot

or plant

what of i

wrecked

wondering

and wishing for more

than this little

bit of not much

but still

too much

no reply beyond this

except for

the silence of now

that is greater

than the quiet that was before

what was

was

the wave and the ocean

the leaf and the tree

the night and the stars

and me there

far from it all

in the valley

left on the edge

with nowhere to go

but up