Greatly Small - Poem by William Coyne
I stood alone on a moon lighted shore,
feeling no stirring insignificance,
gazing at innumerable stars above,
transfixed joyfully within a trance.
My eyes turned to the grains within my reach,
I held no room for a sour glare askance,
each tiny speck the gloom would breach
rejoicing as part of the great expanse.
I returned to my poor haphazard dwelling,
my eyes fell softly on my sleeping child,
smaller than I, we both foretelling,
to each other we matter. I wept and smiled.
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