—A break in the storm,
and a tiny river is revealed
where garden feet would normally tread.Perfect one one-hundreth scale,
I imagine being two inches tall
and standing on its muddy banks.The swirling leaves are all tiny potential boats,
secrets in miniature being carried as easily
as tankers on the ocean.I board one of these in my mind
and it pulls me downstream,
where the real world will rise large again.
