The Size of The Moon

What would you do if you could fly?

I would sit on a cloud and exclaim “Oh my!”

I would watch tiny cities and simply try

To understand our insignificance.

“How could we worry?” I would probably wonder,

“We’re so tiny compared to the sky we’re under.

We fear bills and future but not lightning and thunder

And it’s so much bigger than we are.”

I would fly over oceans, looking for whales

Who would tell me the ocean is filled with the tales

Of trivial things if measured on our scales

But in truth are all that matter.

After returning home from my adventure of flight

I would land back at my desk and try as I might

I would not understand how I could have lost sight

Of the importance of the state of humanity

Because I would know that we’re small

That in the grand scheme we mean nothing at all

To the sky, the clouds or the whale off the shore

But that wouldn’t quite soothe the thought

That to me, I’m quite big, my problems are too

And they are not solved by the size of the moon

I’m not interested in the thoughts of Albert Camus

When he said that we’re all insignificant.