The Little Things
It was just a drop of morning light
that fell upon a surface of my room--
I won't remember it tomorrow, though
I found its shape a bit unusual
and while seated, leaned to the side
to take a second look. Curious it is
that just the combination of the sun
and shadow from my window was enough
to filter through my mind and out to you.
Yet there is more. How is it that
a tiny fraction of my day takes on
significance enough to be profound--
how dare might just a little thing,
barely noticed, join old Socrates
to beat upon the doorway of the mind?
I think I know.
A momentary glint upon my chair arm
casts from it all the same,
beginning, identity, ending, contrast
and the power, though without guile,
to induce thought and even smiles...
to make me wonder just a while
about the universality of everything
confronting us, there perhaps
to rouse us from our mire
of lassitude and apathy forever.
Is not that notable exception
of the quiet here beside us, we
may build upon when we are just
past focusing upon the roar of
comets, starships, missiles
and our worldwide mutual
obliteration from the earth?
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2015
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