I See Me
25th March 2025

Lives lived in this world, in every corner, on every level, great and small, slow whirling winds of existence.

The end of this little trail in front of me, a mouse in this instance, smudged on a city pavement, seen as I stepped out of a morning bus.

On a non-descript day, off to do probably unimportant, non-descript things, in the small corner I call work.

Little mouse what was your life like? Was it happy, or fulfilled? Did it accomplish anything at the end of the day?

For you know that in you, and in most everything else in this world,

…I see me.

Mouse,
905 to City.