Pomp, as such, being
no match
for circumstance,
how we exist
just equals
where we’re at.
No matter his girth,
his strength, or his
speed—the wild colt
on the steppes is
undone by the gnat.
So trust
that, no matter
how vast the heavens
and the Earth,
the motion
of traffic’s no match
for the breeze;
picture ten
thousand things—
from mosquitos
to kings—all
gently sustained
by the way it is.
