Small thoughts and deeds
No one shall I inspire in thought or deed
No libertarian fire brand from pulpit high shall preach
No Musician’s melody inspiring your heart to sing
whilst the hairs on your neck rise on a leap tide tingle
No fine brush stroke shall you gaze upon
in wonderment,
admiration,
soft tinged with a slight hint of desire.
For I am ordinary in a plain flour sort of way.
At best verging upon moderate but never severe
in the shipping forecast of life.
This diminutive does not make me sad,
jealous of nature, for those considered great,
not all wish to aspire, some remain small, petite
Otherwise by what yardstick
shall the other’s greatness be measured.
Where the world is truly a stage, a thespian I choose not to be.
Like an atom on broadway my drama reveals
electrons bound to me with love, negative and positive forces attract,
in my world higher planes of polarities can co-exist.
For truly small is beautiful
Life as a small time drama, Punch and Judy sized.
A minutiae of paltry events cast real in kaleidoscope detail,
played on Super eight Kodachrome with CinemaScope,
for all to appreciate.
Against the elder statesman or Narcissist tick-tok influencer
Would Osiris and his feather judge me any less
For who shall be first to cast their stone,
adjudicate my journey any less esteemed
Decree this small life is a life less travelled.