Let us hunt among smallnesses for love:
The tapering end, held tight, of the elephant’s tail,
Or how a condor’s aiming wing ends in a single quill–
They way your nose reaches me before your lips from above.
These little things, littler and littler,
The kindness one might extend to a mouse;
It is in these small wonders that we build our house,
You and I, meeting alone, thumb and thimble.
Notice the tininess of quiet:
The ballerina leaping in the barn by herself
–So small a gesture–or the inchling elf
Who goes on tiptoe to view love’s riot.
Prayerfully, we fold ourselves into bed,
Close our eyes, and dream the littlest dream in one head.