SMALL

i am light as air today
likely to be taken by wind
to some dark and holy space
above the blue

tiny,
lost amid the finest grains of sand,
too small to notice

i am dark,
a pinhole, minuscule,
but black against a sunlit sky

i am disappeared,
standing among ghosts,
diaphanous,
my voice a murmur
barely heard,
mistaken for some other sound

this sadness,
larger than myself,
sweet in its way,
inviting rest