I wonder what the world would be like if it were smaller.
Small enough to hold in the palm of my hands.
Would the waters still drip through the hole of my fingers?
Would the mountains draw blood beneath the surface of my skin?
One this is for sure:
Life would be more manageable.
I could break the world into pieces and put them back together.
But that kind of control isn't what I want or need.
Or perhaps it is.