Advice To A Butter-Cup
by Maxwell Bodenheim
Lost among myriads of others,
To the red ant eyeing you
You are giant stillness.
He pauses on the boulder of a clod,
Baffled by your nearness to the sky.
But to the black loam at your feet
You are the atom of a pent-up dream.
Take your little breath of contemplation,
Undisturbed by haughty tricks of space.