Small

If I were very small, I’d explore the mountain range of your back

Trickles of sweat would threaten to wash me away

I’d cling to you and map out your landscape

In awe of your complexity, I’d marvel at the privilege of breathing your air

I’d lose myself in the vastness of your intricate beauty

If I were any smaller…yet I am expanding, quickly losing the possibility of ever returning to the box from which I sprang

You are not so giant after all

You started shrinking once I stopped thinking that you are flawless