each smaller than the one before

overwhelemed by big picture framing I find peace in the procession of small things.

that which was settles into the dust. that which is rises up from the water. these basic experiments in physics and focus must be repeated over and over again.

my heart yearns for it; the small peices of pie left like lights on a runway, illuminating the path to the sky. a steady remembrance like small household vigil; a quiet light lit in windows at night.

i am slowly working my way through these lists.
it is all that my heart can withstand.