Too Small
by Michael Simon

Cleaning patio furniture
you may find no place
is too small for life.
Webs, egg cases, everything
you brush twice to remove
is a world. No place
is too small: fir needles,
bits of maple leaf,
things I can’t see,
things I don’t have
words for. Once
these ideas get in
your brain, you begin
to think about
them in different
places, in different
moments. Slowly a bit
of your amygdala
starts bubbling.
Gradually,
thought balloons
drift upward
becoming word bubbles
coming to the surface
to reveal how similar
this feels to noticing
all those unnamed crevices
and cupboards within me
that Mom occupied.
Ten years after
her death, I’m still finding
no place is too small.



 


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