The wind washes sand from the lines in my face
As I stare toward the sunrise
Soon the ants will march along worn tracks
Never straying
Left, Right, Repeat.

I tower above them, a monolith
Of days passed
Ready to reveal
The universal truths bequeathed to me

I am Lazarus
Sent back to life like a runt fish
For I still have growing to do
And a message to deliver

Now I stand at the mouth
Of a well-beaten path
Ready to walk against the current
Evoking double-takes from passersby
Knowing that the world needs a slap in the face
To knock the dirt off
And reveal the simple beauty underneath