I sit alone in a crowd, surrounded by sound Enveloped by chatter, punctuated by laughter The piercing ring of ceramic cups on marble tabletops My eyes are suddenly drawn from the proximate to the infinite In a slice of sky before me, between the awning and the parasol Something momentous is growing A silent mountain Golden glowing in the setting sunlight As I sit in quiet awe Flashes of bright, white, light emanate from within Like the laughter of the crowd Only silent, dista