metal crane

There's a crane outside my window
every time it moves I look up
and think of all the things that
are bigger than me.

There is a dome outside my window
the largest building on my horizon
not the only one where people suffered
and died.

there are people and trees and
the sky out my window,
things so much bigger than me.

It's a wonder I get out of bed some times
just to look and see.

There are things I begin to think
and loath and regret
because i'm so much smaller than everything.
There is life outside and the world is here
for me, but sometimes I feel like
there is nothing to see