It is all that is created.
― Julian of Norwich, on holding a hazel nut in her palm

 
 All The Best Things
 are smaller than we imagine.
  
 Think of acorns with their wee brown caps;
 pieces of bottle glass hidden in the gravel,
 their edges worn smooth enough to pocket;
  
 of snowdrops and their paper white blossoms—
 but think smaller still
 to the embroidery of green that hems
 each petal.
  
 Think of wrinkles that run like tributaries
 from your grandmother’s eyes:
 such rare, fine lines spilling into
 the delta of her life;
  
 of all those frothy seeds that catch the breeze
 and how silently they travel,
 how they make a way
 without fuss.
  
 Think of the moment inside a moment,
 the nucleus of your time here.
  
 Think smaller than you’ve ever dared—
  
 and even smaller still.