Insignificance

INSIGNIFICANCE On earth’s unimagined vastness we creep Yet unaware that she swims an even vaster pool Whose abysses can not be plumbed deep By the longest line of reasoning or rule Each man tills his small part of the orb But the plough merely scratches the surface Leaving her with no permanent mark on her robe Pyramids and walls the sand will efface As children seeking flies on the water or sand Or men in dreams wandering down endless lanes Each aspires to arrange, to control, to understand, But controlling nothing, not even himself as he wanes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written By Sydney Peck Entered in John Freeman's Contest "Retread What You’ve Said, And say it Better"