Cosmos

I live in a microcosm

Feeling separate from the world.

Sitting in my garden

Among the quilted leaves of hostas,

And tiny lavender blooms of lemon thyme.

My best friend ever at my feet

Guard and greeter.

If I am still, this tiny world seems endless.

Living, moving, growing, singing.

Hundreds, really - thousands of lives around me.

Unknown to me.

I am unknown to them.

All are ever present.

I am nothing.

When I focus on this earth,

Lost in the sea of dirt.

Even when it’s beauty dazzles.

Temperance.

Infinitely Finite.

How do I reach beyond?

How do I truly grow?