Small potatoes to me
Yet someone else’s atom bomb
There’s a breath in between
Where we can see what we need
Sometimes I am up half the night
And I wonder if I’m the only one
Ruminating, spiraling
Reminding myself
That these are small potatoes
When put in big spaces
When I’m climbing a mountain
Or taking in the ocean
Or trying to start a family
But these are large potatoes
On a screen, in the chair
When I forget to look outside
When there’s enough of these damn small potatoes
Piled into my hands
Now juggle, juggle, juggle
Until you’re the atom bomb
With Love,
Natalie