When Worlds May Collide

On a windy day
In spring sunshine strong
Enough to start sweat

If you sat in it,
One world was spinning
Out of control, while

The bigger one spun
Smoothly as ever,
No variation

In wobble at all,
Just the infinite
Tendency to wind

Down continuing,
Slowly. If the small
World ends up catching

You before you spin
Into not being
You all on your own,

It will swallow you
Like a bear swallows
Mites in the honey,

But just now, honey,
That sunlight poured out
All over you, so

Why be afraid for
The day, the hour, for
Evils small worlds do?