Imagine you are part of a drift,
powerless to give direction,
pushed and pulled, as you are,
by greater forces.
Imagine you are a seafoam star,
a green galaxy in miniature,
the fundament of a broken chain,
Imagine the sunlight, how it roams you,
how it thickens your hope
even in the brutishness and
unpredictability of life.
Imagine you are in the belly of a krill
in the belly of a whale, and yet
more than equal to them,
that you are as vital
as every other breath.
I happened to catch the end of a programme on BBC 2 this morning and heard a scientist say that phytoplankton were responsible for 50% of the world's oxygen and like every second breath and it made me very thoughtful about small things.
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