Broom People ~ The Mountain Goats
Within, the smallest. Of small, seemingly. Insignificant, things. A whole, universe. Alive. But often, missed. Blind eyes, busy. Chasing, the next. Big, deal. While life, itself. Is made. A million, little moments. Linked, together. Like a world, map. Written, on a leaf. Or an iris. I wonder, whether. You even, see.
I am a wild creature…