Nathan AM Almeida

[4 October 2019]

The whole world is contained
in the petal of a flower – so said a
voice older and wiser than mine; yet
still we push, we strive, we strain, we
stretch to peel back the curtain, to
peer behind the veil (ironically made
empty by comparison and distracted),
our loftiest aims and highest thoughts
remaining nothing more than sifted flour
or shifting sand or silent footfalls
down the old wooden stairway at dark.