so much before me happens
& by the time i arrive, i am
primed to recognize how
small i am
& after many years
of carrying this
imagined burden to
consider, with
considerable relief
––how
relevantly so,
and know
how fragile, too––
and yet, somehow
still here, a
spore of moss
on wet & craggy
rock to mark
this shore.
Not a paradox but a perpetual multidox of here and not here, of infinite possibilities playing out on the small screen … love the way your poetry set the mind and heart to rambling. lol Much love, A
“Perpetual multidox”! – I love this gem of a phrase, new to me. Thank you, Amaya! Love.
Yes, we are everything in our tiny world and yet but a speck in the universe.
Great writing, Stacey.
Thank you for this, Chris! : )
🙂
Beautiful poem every thing is fragile well shared👍
The moment I discovered this … I was kid out for a run in the middle of thunderstorm. Then, I had to face my mom; tiny, fragile, and jeopardy take all knew meaning. Nice write
Thank you for this smile, Mangus! : )