The ability to see the small, is a very large thing.
Some people who fly, were not born with wings
Stop for a moment, life should not be a race
You can make a huge world, a very intimate place
A subtle emotion becomes obvious and clear.
Someone who seems at a distance, is actually quite near.
What we thought was different is actually the same.
Others can seem at fault when we are to blame.
Silence can speak loudly, if we take time to hear.
Over confidence the mask, that is hiding our fear.
Jokes may not be happy, they can be masking sad.
What we imagine as good, can sometimes be bad.
When things seem the worst, they end up being best.
We think we should be busy, when we need some rest.
So the little can be mighty, the large can be weak.
The small things that are hidden, can be found if we seek.
Inspired by A small poem Tanka 2 by Timothy Hicks.