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
