if you brood over small matters

if you brood over small matters
the world becomes puzzling and dark

throw off that scratchy veil
and let in the light

it’s the big things that count:
the sun, the huge pine tree, the long summer day
bundle up the smallnesses
into a handkerchief
to be washed later
and hung out to dry in a sacred place.

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