NaPoWriMo prompt: “…Write a poem in which something big and small come together….”
I wonder who coined the cliché
“It’s a small world.”
I get the use of it for
coincidental meetings, but
when you think about it,
the statement could imply that our world –
my world, your world, the Parkland kids’ world, –
is somehow paltry – and it’s not.
Not if you’re doing it right.
The author could be someone who
thinks small — or maybe
doesn’t think much at all, or
suffers from boredom, or depression
with eyes only for the recognizable same old same old.
For this poem’s sake,
let’s name the author Mr. Petit.
Why, I bet that, just this morning,
Mr. Petit woke up, as you do,
yawned, salted his scrambled eggs
and, sorry, flushed.
A small simple morning.
A black and white rerun.
It was enough.
Whereas this morning in my world,
I was in that very same rerun yet somehow
managed to deep breathe a lungful of infinite sky,
sprinkle some dehydrated sea on our scrambled eggs
and, sorry, swoosh melted ancient glaciers with a twist of the wrist.
It was more than enough.
Now, I don’t know about your world
but mine is. not. small. in any way.
Not at all.
Not even with my eyes closed.
In fact, make that especially
with my eyes closed!
But maybe Mr. Petit is onto something.
Maybe his world is more manageable than
mine, yours, or the kids’ in Parkland.
I just hope we can all agree when
enough is enough in our shared world —
especially if Mr. Petit turns out to be right.
Written by Elizabeth Boquet, April 2018