they never saw the world
from thirty thousand feet
never rose above the clouds
to witness
how vast
and small
we are
no photographs from Everest
no creatures lifted
from the black Atlantic depths
their lives stretched little farther
than the edges of their own town
they never held the world
in their hands
through a glowing screen
and still, they believed
seeing the truth lived all around them
in the still water of a fishing pond
in the red shell of a ladybug
in the thin outline of a dandelion
drifting off to sea
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 