Small

My world has become so small that it can be contained
inside the shadowy, leaf-covered burrow of a velvety gray shrew
its tiny nose thrusting and grunting in the dark
is louder than my thoughts of the future. I have decided to center myself

in the breath of fireflies flickering over the warm hollow in the yard
in the gasps of tiny frogs as they leap across the sidewalk
in the anticipatory snorts of baby mice nuzzled against their mother's chest.

This is exactly how much space I want to take up
as much of the universe I want to displace with my presence.