Infinitesimal

I imagine my life in the eyes of a god

Fleeting

Small

Magic

I watch infinity unfold in the seas

and I see a god’s tears

And I stare at the sky

feel the raindrops pelt my skin

feel the thunder split the heavens

and I feel a god’s wrath

Magic

is a shackle

An ant crawls over my palm

and I want to crush it

Instead

my tears form a miniature ocean

and the ant drowns

My rage and my peace

circle each other

endlessly

The ant flounders

tries to swim

and I drop him to the earth

He spasms

goes still

Eternity spans in a split second

And I move on

I feel myself

in the palm of a god

I look up, searching space for his eyes

I wait for the crushing blow

Maybe a god only waits

to deliver death

until the people know he’s there

Maybe the ant didn’t care to die

until he felt how small he was

I hope we never stop looking

A god is only a god if someone is praying

And maybe

a god isn’t a god

unless someone is smaller

Maybe they’re not a god

at all

except to us

Maybe

Maybe

Maybe

God is a man

larger than life

holding us in his palm

thinking about us for only the second

before we die

We don’t worry about ants,

do we?