Little things are not all that little,
A midnight’s whistle, a stick tap
Announcing silence of midnight .
The dog’s bark is a little moment
A small finger holding big night,
A little finger pointing dark sky.
Night is not bigger than moment.
Moment is not littler than sound,
Drip on midnight’s leaking sink.
Little things grow big moments.
Little fingers hold a grown night.
Little fingers grow to big fingers.