Thursday, August 8, 2019

When I Got Small


When I got small
I traveled to a tiny world
and was lost and unafraid.

And, when I got as small
as a raindrop on a blade of grass
I inhabited that world.

And, when I inhabited that world -
that small, fragile, pristine wilderness -
ha! I was made whole.

So, lay down in the dew
and, from the ground looking up,
see the world, anew.

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