note on scale

of a life

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.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

8 thoughts on “note on scale”

  1. 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

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  2. chrisnelson61 – Stourbridge, UK – Chris Nelson was born in East Anglia, but grew up in Birmingham when his family relocated when he was still a young child. After leaving school he studied computing at what was then Wolverhampton Polytechnic, before deciding that it was not a career path he wanted to follow. He retrained as a teacher and has taught in a primary school in Dudley since the mid 1980's. He has dabbled in writing short stories since his youth, but has began writing more seriously since the turn of the century. He lives in Stourbridge with his wife and two children.
    chrisnelson61 says:

    Yes, we are everything in our tiny world and yet but a speck in the universe.
    Great writing, Stacey.

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      1. chrisnelson61 – Stourbridge, UK – Chris Nelson was born in East Anglia, but grew up in Birmingham when his family relocated when he was still a young child. After leaving school he studied computing at what was then Wolverhampton Polytechnic, before deciding that it was not a career path he wanted to follow. He retrained as a teacher and has taught in a primary school in Dudley since the mid 1980's. He has dabbled in writing short stories since his youth, but has began writing more seriously since the turn of the century. He lives in Stourbridge with his wife and two children.
        chrisnelson61 says:

        🙂

  3. Priti – I, a teacher, dreamer, imaginative personality, feel life deeply and try to express it through my writing.
    Priti says:

    Beautiful poem every thing is fragile well shared👍

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  4. 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

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