Something Bigger Than Myself

Poetry is bigger than me. Can I say I am among even the thinnest rings rippling out in its trunk from that first moment rhyme began? Perhaps I am a scale of bark, ants running over me carrying clippings of leaves, giving shelter to moss that feeds upon the tree pleading asylum from the unforgiving sun. I am certain to flake away as unfindable as an eyelash, as the tree grows massive limbs building bridges between stars leaves as large as the moon catching wind from a silent world and singing. How many have climbed the tree found their way through the ladder of branches and clinging to a singing leaf set sail into the silence? Contest: Something Bigger than Myself Sponsor: Line Gauthier Submitted: February 3, 2019