Gods of Small Things
You, who live by the sea, it is
a small thing to close your gate behind you and
head to the beach. And once there, it is
a small thing to walk into the cold water or
lie on the beach, feeling the press of pebbles.
And once you have sunned yourself enough, and
let your body float in the sea enough, and
sunk your feet into the sand enough, it is
a small thing to pick up a few pieces of plastic, or foam
and take them away with you.
If we have souls, surely your soul will remember
the touch of air and water and pebble and
hold them for dark days later.
And if there are spirits, surely they will see you and remember
that you took care of something greater than yourself.
And if there are gods of small things, surely what you have done
will sustain them for just a little longer.