Although We All Run After Her Poem by Maria Mitea

it is the smallest thing on earth

smaller than an ant or a louse,
smaller than a fungus,
so small that when it passes by you can't see it,
you can't feel it, because it's the tiniest thing on earth hiding sometimes in a tear, othertimes in an outstretched hand,
sigh,
cry,

we want her for us, but she's always by our side,
with the mastery of the philosopher, it leads us by the nose to where considers,
lures us like a gravedigger disguised in a goddess,
it does not fall on your lap, not even in your mouth like a riped pear,
because it is the most ordinary thing on earth hidden in your warmth,

we all run after her like after a bridal veil blown by the wind