Make yourself smaller
Small enough to balance on a branch
The whole windblown wisp of your body
Buoyant on the breeze
Your needlepoint eye only holding
A thimble of light
Your little paunch packed with seeds
Pecked from plastic perches
Hung by giants
Smaller still
Your body three-seeds-long
Another on your back
Dropped by dragons from their poplar pillar
Your size is no measure of your strength
You self-talk, dragging dinner to your
Pin-prick portico
Somewhere in the universe of Lawn
Shrink once more
Lose every feature until you are
The bouncing proton
A one-track jungle gym
The tiny never tire
Moving now and always
And all ways
But still
You can go lower
Below the bottom
Inside the insides
Toward the centre of
The centre of all things
Until you are small enough to never be revealed
Until you are the soul’s great secret
Impossible protagonist of every story ever told
Finally you are the perfect size
Lessened down to
love