14. God's Broom

Is the world small?
Not to an ant.
Not to me.
It looks huge from my window.

I see my kids playing in the garden.
To the Milky Way galaxy they are just dust.
But they mean the world to me.
They are my world.

Perhaps everything is big and small.
Maybe even actions and things.

A letter may seem like a meaningless rant.
But it could also provide vital information.
And for the writer, a source of relief.

Am I small?
Yes. And big too, and very strong.
Ask my kids.

A light-year is a long way.
But even the universe may be a speck of dust.
It depends on who’s sweeping.