Big and little,
little and big.
All those details -
no one can rig.
All the letters, and emails, and pause
are removed with importance, and meaning and cause.
Wonder and worry and the many "What if's", settle like vinegar in an oily mix.
Let richness settle and the vapid stuff rise,
revealing the purpose, the promise, the prize.
So much ahead, and it's only the start.
Back to big and little,
little and big -
in the heat,
on the street,
all the people I meet,
will hear the
optimistic beat, tic, tic, beat, tic, tic, beat;
of my heart.
T.L. Eastman Sept. 2012
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