Speck of You
Your single grain of perspective,
your only real and authentic quality,
your insight,
your self,
your piece none other can have or be,
can,
all of it,
fit onto the head of a pin.
A speck of blinding light.
Everything else you
think or get or do
merely reflects and refracts that
Warming or Cooling
Yes or No
Good or Bad
Love or Loathing.
Beneath the hustle
it glows
or dims.
In some, choked to cold metal.
In some, nova-hot to burn a hole
straight through all matter
through all pretense
through all dreams
to be the only thing remaining
when our sums are made.
Posted Jun 25, 2020, 4:08 PM UTC
I'm from a coastal city. This poem makes me feel the same way standing on the beach looking out into the ocean does.
This is beautiful!
Thank you!
Wow. Thank you.