Smallish

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.