Don’t be small
Lift thine eyes
To the heavens
Give the world its due
Dig a space in
Which you can dwell.
Lifting the hand
To shield the sun
From the heart
Sifting the years 
Through the fingers
Like dirt or dust
Drifting as the clock
Slides towards the edge
Going to the temple
Of the mind 
Seated upon a ledge
That hangs over 
A space between
Your mind and mine.