while i was out there,
i realized that the world can’t really fit
in the palm of your hand.
the world cannot be grasped;
it can be broken and bruised.
these oceans are much too big for us.
we can’t live
by the palm trees forever.

in the chaos i found comfort.
in the vastness i found a home.
in the vanity i found closure.
and in the vulnerability, i found beauty.
i have found wonders.

i’ve seen christmas lights reflect in the ocean.
the reflection of the water on housetops
looks like dancing spiders,
shimmying their way to the top of the world.
i hope they make it.
i hope we make it.
i hope the little things will be enough someday,
because it’s the little wonders
from the little moments
that construct this elaborate place of intricacy
we call
home.