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
