The Grand Scale Poem by Lee Crowell

on the grand scale there is no climax
you hit the ground running
ahead of your history
pending storms
become a novelty
to be taken in stride

on the grand scale
is a balance of vibrations and migrations

the destruction of bombs
is like the havoc wreaked
when an autumn leaf drifts softly to the ground

world wars
are like a few black specks
on a mural of vibrant colors

earthquakes and tsunamis
are like tiny puffs
in the billowing cumulus
of a partly cloudy day

the red blood
of holocausts massacres and genocide
is not enough to color the sparse veins
of celestial children's eyes

on the grand scale there is no climax
if a black hole or big bang obliterates this Milky Way
it will be like one grain of sand
removed from a desert

on the grand scale
is a universe
that expands, contracts,
breathes and evolves
with little concern for you or me