The more I see
the smaller I become.
Knowledge reduces the place
where I stand.
My life buries me in its history.
I thought flying
would let me touch the fastness
of the heavens,
to be overcome by the miles and miles
of the earth.
But the zenith was nowhere
to be found,
as I soared and earth became softer
no larger than a pearl, an aquamarine.
Which made me bow my head.
Retreat inside to the cell in my heart.
The place I was born
and call out in a whisper,
hold me,
all I can do is touch my humanity
and let the huge be huge,
and a poem be writing in a diary
to be read by God.