Feeling Small
By John Herlihy

In daytime, the world offers definition,
Everything we see has its own rendition.
The earth offers a carpet of solid ground;
The sky makes us feel safe and sound.
The earth as green as anything we knew,
The sky overhead like a dome, oh so blue.
At night, city lights steal the stars’ thunder;
A night sky in the desert a celestial wonder.
At night, a desert gives off an inhuman glow;
The stars seem to offer their peace, like snow.
As I gaze upward, I suddenly feel oh so small,
As small as the stars in heaven as they crawl.
Then I am touched and feel suddenly oh so big,
Just like a bird must feel, as it sits upon a twig.