Small
We move and breathe in inches
lapses of life pushing out
drawing in
expanding from the now to the next
in short and subtle shatters.
We move and breathe in inches
methodic moments counting out
crushing in
moulding the not to the nearly
in fierce and fleeting fractions.
We move and breathe in inches
for life lives in-between
the plans
the paths
the patterns
the shadows and the seen.
We are moving breathing inches
our smallness shapes the way
and God he grows
he gathers
the dartings of each day.