I was hoping to find her among the clouds, witnessing her morph into an ivory shape that would probe my unconscious into fashioning some big epiphany out of her silver linings, relentless against the beating winds.
or perhaps
unearth him beneath the patterns of cracks in rocks; and he would weave a veiny trial to lead my psyche into navigating the big epiphany after testing his infallible focus, relentless against the beating waves.
instead I felt the sea spray tease my toes the maritime breeze whip my face the scraggly sand stab my heels the roaring waves crash against the jagged cliff
I did not find epiphany.
all I found was that again
**I felt small.
thoughts about epiphanies and how they can never be forced out of sheer will or coercion, no matter how much we may need them.