Small and Home

Thrill stirring particles,
gods in fat sky wonder.

(Our happy owl murmurs
of tiny waters and window eyes.)

When our wild family plunges
night, we blossom immense.

Sing yes, we sob, foreverly,
terrifyingly small and home.


2 Responses to “Small and Home”

  1. Fey says:

    “Welcome,” Home says.
    Karma winks just when the first star comes out.
    You won’t see it though, you’ll all be asleep.

  2. wordweed says:

    I watch the stars when I brush my teeth.

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