Maybe You Are What You Say, But If You Have to Say So You Aren’t

You say that nature humbles you,

As grandly as you can say it—

Is it that you’re trying to match

Or meet nature on its own terms?

Nature may not have any terms,

Except birthing you produced us.

Edward R. Murrow gushed about

True humility in the eye

Of a hurricane, the eyewall’s

Alpine lake surrounded by snow,

An amphitheater of clouds.

Humility and hurricanes

Only meet when a hurricane

Pounds attempts at speech out of you.

You can talk about it later,

If you live, with humble grandeur,

But we have to admit, as words,

Words are such tiny theaters.