Negligible – Poem
The ant, brief as a second,
lone scout of dew and peony petals,
black on cream. Easy to pluck,
and a trifling crunch
The dust mite also,
invisible to the eye, invading
pillows, mattresses, with her
generations–fuse for my
Assumed: that we will stand in awe
of larger things, like the bulldozer
tearing the ancient cedars
from the lot down the road. Or a bomb.
Or the oceans. Or the expanding universe.
But let us up-end our thoughts:
What matchstick of vexation
lights the slow wick of rancor.
How like a parasite
it eats at our gut.
And how one moment’s
catalytic radiance (think: St. Clare,
at Portiuncula) tilts, overturns the universe,
plants our feet on heaven’s
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