the planet teems with tiny, mighty things:
viruses like supernovas
that burn through the branches of our lungs
and tears like rain
made of fear that salts the fields
of everything we thought was certain
but also, voices--voices of birds
in silent cities, inspiring neighbors
to sing to each other from their perches
and yes, prayers
ascending from far flung hearts
in silent mighty chorus
and sacrifices because
finally we have remembered how precious
and fragile are our elders
and love,
in jokes, and check-ins,
and pictures, and videos,
and donations, and solutions
and differences set aside
in the recognition that human beings
are tiny, mighty things
with which our planet teems
