A Small Amount of Me
If I drowned in a spoonful of water I would be less than I am
And smaller than I suspected.
I would be tiny.
I would be teeny tiny.
I would evaporate like my memory after I am dead—
The memory of myself
And others' memories of me.
I came into this world wanting to make a splash
But there was not enough water in the spoon
And the prongs of a fork
Could not support the puddle I wanted to walk across
Like Christ on pontoons.
