Little Universe

Because inside every flower

Inside every whisper of the willow tree 

Every shift of the clouds

Of the breeze

Of the wafer thin breathe

Of a child about to sneeze 

Because of rainbows and butterflies

Eyeballs and cherries

Every strange wonder that flies with the fairies

Because all this is “real”

And quite tangibly so—-I know—-

The Universe 

can exist

in simply 


of my knees