Swim with the plankton
and swipe your skin but not within.
Break down your being.
How small, how small?
Just how big is a soul?
Walk with me through the screen,
as if breeze, as if spirit.
Talk with me.
Don't fear it, broken down to
small poetic words,
ephemeral upon the sky like sun.
Though in faith I falter, I do know
night is fast, while the cosmos are vast.
Still, the heavens find a way to fit,
and stay with a blessed permanence.
Published by Nthanda Review,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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