My place in the family of things is
minute – a periwinkle shell,
a baby spider emerging from the silken sac,
just one needle in a forest of giant firs.
But my place is essential – the sum
of all things
different without me.
It is precious – this place of mine.
like the jewels of a watch,
like a love letter,
like the melody of an almost
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