001 - January 1 2024 - Goats and Monkeys

This is a speck of dust I keep in a small corner
It’s so small that the entire universe can see it
and entire galaxies and clusters of drifting gasses
a billion years wide can rub it between their fingertips
and the grease of the universe can accrue on its surface
and turn it gradually into a pearl of infinite roundness

This is a universe I blow off my palm like a speck of dust
It rolls about gathering with dander and crumbs
to form civilizations and aspirations and notions of the sacred
jammed in behind the back leg of my writing desk