Time to Feel Small

Kiss the 

green necks

of the blades

lining your

Earth.

Bathe in

butter

cups of

midday

light. Blind

yourself

with the

diamond

glint of

dragon

fly wings.

Breathe as

narrow

as the

stigma

in a

honey

bee’s

open

bones,

constricted

as vines of

wisteria

strangle the

power lines’

pillar

purple.