Fly spec .
Large as life, fly spec yet am I .
View, as though from great distance,
close as the pore on a face,
better than wall-size HD TV.
The fly seemed normal in size;
saw him up close only once.
Now, still, great vistas pass.
Outside in sun, dried up would I .
In dark of night, time, much time,
without sleep, and all that's left,
stillness, thought and emotion with
next day dawning as another aeon.
Night again approaching, calm, I sigh,
ready to catch last breeze from within.
Having waited patiently through the day,
filled with clamor, affectation & nothing talk,
this dust mote moves on . . . . .