He sits lone like

Most people sit with

Ten Thousand friends -

So serene - a plastic

Drip of man. 

A sweet sort of

“Contentment” -

A solid flicker of

Candle in defiance of

Wind and night,

Light

Like a feather is embraced

By a breeze - teasing the

better fragments of

Us all to remember the

Power of being so

Small.

— Daniel Scott Batten