Tiny

it gives me peace to see myself
as minuscule, the way i am;

i look at stars and notice
how they circle in their place:

beauty as precursor, and conclusion
to the whole of human life.

those silent lights, whose origins
span galactic distance, unimagined

in quiet grace above our chaos
might be dead, might have died 

long before our mothers saw them shine.






March 2020