Monday, June 19, 2017


There are times when I’m happy
to remember that we are very
small in a cosmic sort of way.
There’s really not much to
us at all.

A blue dot, in a vast
ocean of space, spinning
around a star, on a cycle
started eons ago, doing
our silly things.

It’s hard to remember at
times, that we’re small.
It’s hard to recognize how
tiny this world is.
How far we are from anything.

How far we seem to be from
each other. Our humanity seems
larger than the Sun, as if we’re
bigger than the cosmos that we
can see. Yet, I don’t know you.

I cry, you cry, we hurt,
we bleed, we laugh and smile,
on a rock hurtling through the cosmos,
at 67,000 miles per hour around the Sun,
and it seems huge.

We’re giants on our world,
beings of infinite wonder,
but smaller than the smallest
out there, in the void, between
starlight and nothing.

Our smallness should not
diminish us, define us or hold us
back; but it’s nice to remember it,
from time to time.

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