to meet my need to be small
to be tiny
minute enough to float on air currents
light enough to not fall
what but a being too vast to fathom?
too grand to feel anything but love
let it fold me in
like a baby mouse
or the hatchling of a hummingbird
or a mote floating
in the infinity of its care
let me lose
all sense of grandiosity
all sense of power
all sense of being something to trumpet
it trumpets me anyway
even though I’m so small
small as the hum of vibration
on a harp string
in awe
of having been given
my song.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2011