A SMALL THING

(Written on some tower, I cannot remember where)

I came, I go, I breathe, I move, I sleep,

I talk, I eat, I drink, I laugh, I weep,

I sing, I dance, I think, I dream, I see,

I fear, I love, I hate, I plot, I be.

     And yet–

     And yet–

I sometimes feel that I am but a thought,

A piece of thistledown, a thing of naught;

Rocked in the cradle of a craftsman’s story

And destined not for high Angelic glory.

And yet–

And yet–

I came, I go, I breathe, I move, I sleep,

I talk, I eat, I drink, I laugh, I weep . . .