There’s little sleep

when you realize your one life

is to do all your things.

The world is infinite with things

And I am small, and I take small steps

But I take many, to get far enough

To all my things, in my daily allowances

Which I’m given through some luck of the universe

But I take for granted,

Because I think I’m infinite

Like the universe.

But I’m a temporary assortment of atoms

Into this temporary being

Living in temporary segments:

Awake with the birds, Asleep with the crickets.

And in between I take my small steps,

Getting far enough to learn things, and love others

Before the universe reclaims me.

Picture credit: Kim Nelson