A Little Strip of Joy

a poem by


The littleness of things that be
leaves me wondering,
How little can one be?

Is this a lot or is this little:
your view differs from mine-
Insignifices vary…

And yet so great the chasm
of abundance and want,
Where lies satiety?

Whole limbs, a mind uninjured,
a body complete-
Soul struck poverty…

Mansion shut, unlighted windows,
a solitary life;
Let me have the sky-

Rainbows of memory, clouds
of tears and strife,
So little, so much joy…