As the darkness subsides
I notice small things:
Dust frosting a wooden table
Prayers crinkled at the corners
A guitar with excellent posture
My dog, asleep despite everything
I notice big things:
Old friends emerging from shadows with blinding brilliance
The sun grinning through the scrawl of winter branches
This gargantuan world, always heaving with sorrow yet
enjoying margaritas on Fridays
Am I a small or big thing?
Am I a pile of grapes in an olive bowl?
Am I a sonic boom rippling through a city?
Am I the last leaf, afraid to fall?
These are the things
I notice
as the darkness subsides.

I notice small things:
Dust frosting a wooden table
Prayers crinkled at the corners
A guitar with excellent posture
My dog, asleep despite everything
I notice big things:
Old friends emerging from shadows with blinding brilliance
The sun grinning through the scrawl of winter branches
This gargantuan world, always heaving with sorrow yet
enjoying margaritas on Fridays
Am I a small or big thing?
Am I a pile of grapes in an olive bowl?
Am I a sonic boom rippling through a city?
Am I the last leaf, afraid to fall?
These are the things
I notice
as the darkness subsides.
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