I, Speck
A little ball of dirt
with a splash or two of water
all held together in a bubble in the sky
with little specks of life
all righteous and insistent,
picking fights and whining as the universe sails by.
I’ll be the speck
with the telescope pointed
at the stars and the planets, wishing other specks could
see the beauty and the joy
of rolling ‘round the heavens
orbiting the sun in our spacey neighbourhood.
It’s odd that we want
to be part of something bigger,
like a city or a country but we still think so small
and we don’t seem to see
that the biggest club out there
is the universal zip code that encompasses us all.
# 166
Linda Studley 