Insignificance Poem by Steven B Taylor

Insignificance

Opus 131

It was too small
For a million pigeons to
Peck it up off the ground.

It lay there in the dirt and
Pondered its potentiality.
Whether to wither
or whither to weather?

It was insignificant
To the passing turtles,
ants, and worms.

Then one day, where it
Had lain,
A beautiful flower
Opened its petals.

Perhaps it was lucky
That it went unnoticed
by the pigeons.

Watch out for things so small.
They are growing underneath
Your feet
And making life beautiful.

If a million pigeons
Could not peck it up,
Isn’t that significant?



Steven B. Taylor
June 14,2005