About the Crumbs

this is about insignificant

crumbs of nothing

you

are an insignificant

crumb of nothing

your size, when compared

with the sheer vastness

of our known universe

is roughly that of an atom

floating above the Gobi desert

we (you, me, everyone you’ve

ever met) are all insignificant

crumbs of nothing

if you could get a bird’s eye 

view of our entire universe 

the vast collection of billions 

of interstellar shopping malls 

you couldn’t even see our galaxy 

the curiously monikered Milky Way

neither would you see any of 

our neighboring galaxies or 

even the cluster of galaxies 

we hide within; no, we are 

truly insignificant 

crumbs of nothing

but, we are conscious 

at least, we think so 

possibly just possibly

the only conscious beings 

in the entire universe 

as unlikely as that may seem

and each of us: you, me, your

mother, that dog down the street

were all composed of atoms

birthed in the big bang

we are all the same age

and we are all made up

from what was once smaller

than the head of a pin

you, a potted fern, and a

stapler are all essentially the same 

except you are conscious

think about that

these conscious crumbs

developed a method of

communicating through time

consider in a universe of 

this size throughout its 

entire history the sheer 

improbability of a crumb

like you

sitting down to read 

this communication through 

time

its words printed on crumb pages

or glowing on crumb pixels

composed of atoms birthed

in the big bang

and so were you

happy birthday