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.

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