Microscopic Relatives

I’m microscopic
in this seemingly infinite universe
where dust and sand
are my inferior companions.

Canyons swallow me
as if I were a rain drop
sent on the rays from stars
of the past.

I am but a single element,
belittled by that in which is beyond my reach.
How could I be so arrogant
to value myself over a lonesome blade of grass?

A blade of grass equally significant to the ocean,
an ocean where big fish swallow little fish,
and big and little are relative. A family,
of microscopic relatives creating one whole being.

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This poem is in response to a challenge on Ron Russos Journal:

Ponder the spectre of yourself as one human being in the over six billion people on Earth. See Earth as one tiny planet in a galaxy of billions of stars, and that galaxy as just one of billions of galaxies in our expanding universe. We are so minute as to be nonexistent. And yet, we have the power to visualize, to imagine the entirety of the cosmos. In your journal, write about the paradox of being both microscopic and immense.

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