small

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