A little life

My world is smaller than it was yesterday.

A small puddle, a drop in the ocean I once swam in.

My new world, It is strange and unfamiliar, I can cup it in both hands.

Each morning on waking I peer through dusty glass to see the world that I knew before.

I sit sipping coffee and watch it move by, eery and silent a tumbleweed film set.

Abandoned by us all for the love of thy neighbour, safely shut behind windows in there own home next door.

My new world is small yet somehow more precious, a fine, startling piece of gold, glinting in the dirt and the midday sun, more thankful and cherished than before.

My days in between these four walls overflow with empathy and compassion, now that the dirt has been brushed away I find only love to be left.

It overflows, peeking through windows and cracks in the walls. A slightly open window, the chimney, a door, Stretching a hand of kindness on and on through the world that I lived in before.