I’m too small for the universe I’m in:
a drop in the sea,
a falling leaf in the forest,
the dust you brush from a diamond,

but I’m also a universe myself,
full of blood drops and water
electric storms that rage and abate,
remembered by the tiny teeming masses,

who probably write poems
like I do, pondering their significance
and position in relation
to my beating heart.

By Heidi Turner