Could be a thing you think of
as a little tiny speck, a mote
carried by the wind
that chanced to land –
a thing so insignificant
it isn’t even worthy of a mention

Could be the thing you think is small
was never elsewhere, never
drifted with the wind, never alighted here,
but is a place where the concealing paint has chipped –
could be that fleck of gold
reveals the whole of what you are,
and when you’ve seen it once,
you’ll see it more and more
and will discover,
despite whatever you had thought,
it is more weighty
than anything you’d ever known before.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2022