I know I am infinitesimal;
a speck of dust wedged
between sidewalk cracks.
My extremely small significance
may never be measured in my lifetime of lack.
Yet, perhaps the true question always remains,
‘Did I make a difference in a minute or a day?’
Did I knock someone’s world off its pendulum of rhythm,
when I brought my storm of silence and truth?
My abnormal thoughts and visions from youth?
Giving a new approach to life.
A new way to look between sorrow and strife.
If so, then yes, my deed as a speck is done.
I have crossed many paths as I searched for the one;
then suddenly realized it was there all along;
the speck of dust hidden there on the lawn.