:: nurture ::
We are small souls
tucked deep into the cavern of our thoughts,
but contrary to popular belief
it is not cold here.
The winds and waters rumble ‘round—
the cold rushes by—
but we cannot see them.
Our eyes are full of warmth
in the nook
of the heart
we have found.
in the wide expanse of space
a little warmth fizzles out,
but in the tiny quarters of two insignificant people
small flames can become stable heat sources.
With combined efforts—though, unlike the song,
we will not light the world on fire—
perhaps we will set some molecules moving,
and they will bump others into motion,
everything in the universe
will shift a little bit.