Some days I feel so small.
I feel invisible:
Infinitesimal.
I don’t make a difference at all.
Some days I look around.
I see what others have done:
Creation.
Where is my creation to be found?
But I take another look.
I see with fresh eyes:
Gratitude.
It reads like a good book.
And I begin to feel.
I feel myself again:
Infinite.
I am the universe, full of zeal.
