Small

Billy Collins chopped some parsley and found inspiration

In the three blind mice and their tragic tale,

Pondering on their tiny fated darkness,

Something so small.

John Keats saw a Grecian urn,

And in it he sees the perpetual nature of life.

Yearning for the permanence,

Of something so small.

Burns saw a louse

On Jenny’s frivolous Lunardi,

How can an axiom about society be seen,

In something so small?

Jean Toomer viewed the reapers

And their mice slaughter as a thing that’s done,

Unable to avoid death,

Even something so small.

Poets can show,

Through their thoughtful magnification,

Life is merely best seen

In some things so small.