Question of Significance

You see me on the street, but you do not see me.

I am, but a speck of dust caught in the beam of a streetlight.

Insignificant in this grand and glorious scheme,

But not so insignificant to those who cherish me…as I cherish them.

Mother as I to my wife…wife as I to my daughter,

Father as I to my son…all cherish me, as I them.

Miniscule in this tidal pool of humanity as I may be

This robe I wear befits all that breathe this air,

Fed from the heartlands fertile soil,

Pleasure in grain-fed fowl or grass-fed cattle.

In you dear friends, I see a reflection of me in your life-worn faces;

Neither success nor poverty can separate us in our final hours.

You as I shall become equal to the grasses blade,

The acorn and maple leaf, meal worm and maggot

Shall all become our equals as we return to the earth whence we came.

There is no escape from this inescapable truth.

Though you persevere to nullify my worth, you can not;

For my worth lies not in your perceptions,

But in those of they who loved me.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

16 thoughts on “Question of Significance

  1. Beautiful and thought-provoking poem, Dominic! I share your sentiments about humans’ connection to each other and the natural world. We are significant to one another, but insignificant in the universe’s scheme of things. Hope you are having a good day :)

  2. Oh my – the line “You as I shall become equal to the grasses blade” – this is beyond perfection of words, meaning, feeling… Wow. This is a great piece. You are astounding – I just thought I would tell you that:)

    • Thank you very much, that is really nice of you to say. I wrote this one about a month ago debating whether to post it or not and I have to say, I’m glad I did. I really do appreciate all the nice compliment, they encourage me to keep writing. :)

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