lying on the ground with my daughter, looking up at a sky of clouds
a bird, way high, almost invisible, riding currents of air I cannot see
it was only a minute or two, but so grounding
and then a photo from saturn, a tiny speck of earth beneath the rings
so tiny if you did not look for it, you’d miss it.
the speck speaks volumes about how not separate we are
how connected, how we are so in this together
