You can be a hero; the sun
is not your crown. Neither ant
or stripe-backed swallow
will change their path;

the wind will remain

Pebbles pressed into ground,
their quiet existence supports
the weight of kings. Your feet
will not increase their pleasure;

their pleasure is

From the infant's mouth,
a trumpet sound; not a single
cry from a thousand stars.
The skies are full of glorious

comets that fall

1 comment:

Crafty Green Poet said...

this is so beautiful, the wonders of nature unchangeable, the backdrop to our lives even when we're not aware.