Deep in the chambers of me
A microscopic yellow globe sank finally to rest
And the wellsprings of the mist enveloping me
ran dry. Cloud started to lift.
Such a tiny change!
Above in the tangled net of my mind
Like taking off the goggles of a virtual-reality nighmare
Or hearing a pneumatic drill relaxing into silence
Or being let out of a too-small space
Into the cool evening of a sweltering day
The world seems changed.
Out there in the persistence of matter
nothing has changed.
The problems are the same, the stresses and strains
The only change is microscopic, intimate, invisible. And yet
the negativity that poisoned my life yesterday
is gone as if it never existed at all.
Sometimes small changes
are the sweetest.