On Being Small

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It is in the small
the big comes to understand
the big sees but that he’s not
ever big enough
while the small
can see how tiny a thing he is
within his life’s larger context
Let me then be
but a dandelion
in the maiden’s braided crown
rather than a rose in the lapel
of a millionaire
Let me then be
a seed in some gardener’s hand
rather than a glossy tomato on
a catalog cover
Let me then be
the little boat that dares to sail
in the deep waters rather than
the yacht tied up
to a marina dock

“To know what flesh inherits,
learn the art of the little boat,
leave the solid footing,
row out upon the water.” ~ Wendell Berry

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to On Being Small

  1. alas, I have never been small – thank God for imagination

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