SMALL by Dallas Hunt

i used to not
like to be made
to feel small

but now,
i like it down
here with

the mulch,
ladybugs,
loam; the sticks.

aphids in
arms, hand
in hand

with the mites
and gnats,
mycologist in

miniature,
fungi my
friends.

i'm happy,
now, in my studies,
to gaze upward,

to scheme,
plan tactics,
nascent strategies,

to set the stage,
if you will,
for alimentary outbreaks.

mushrooms and me
blueprints in tow,
toxic cocktails of aleukia

at the ready.
yes, i don't mind
feeling small

'cause you can
see, and plot,
a lot from down here