Life is so much smaller than we think.

Life is a gnat’s tumble.

All of it. All there.

Life is a swallow’s escape.

All of it. All there.

Life is the sea creatures crushed together

Over millennia

To form the limestone slabs.

Life is the drip, drip, drip

Of the rain

Through that limestone

To the caves beneath

Where bacteria hum the merest tune.

We barely hear it up above,

Lost in the enormity

Of our civilised ambitions,

But the whole universes dances

To that faint whistle.

We must learn to be small again

To listen to the thin noises

And begin to move our bodies

In tune to that atomic beat.

One comment

  1. Andy! You now have ads! Should I click on them so you can receive some money?

    Poem: Yes, this is our trouble. We think, feel, perceive ourselves as big when, in reality, we are ridiculously small.That perception gets reflected in the liturgy (‘Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth.’) And now we are in trouble because that is REALLY bad advice!


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