the sun is a point in the cosmos,

the earth, but a mere speck of dust,

and i’m a small ant on that anthill

just doing the small things that i must.

***

and so the whole thing makes me wonder,

here, in my minuscule home:

if i should jot down some small verses,

then what is the size of that poem?

***

Is it as big as the cosmos,

or infinitesimally small?

perhaps when it comes to poetry,

the truth is that one size fits all.

–photo not by me