Waiting for the Big E
I would
surely not
But for a fallen leaf
Be sitting here today
Sheltered from
The tears I first mistook
For raindrops as they were
Flung and fell and flew my way
For it is said and writ in
Certain holy books at least
Tis in the greater scheme of things
That truth and love do matter most
And I for one, am but a single mustard seed
So much smaller than a tiny grain of sand
On the face of it, insignificant perhaps
Tho basking in the golden shadow of enlightenment