Now Get to Work

The love of shifting perspective is
Strange, not least in that it’s comforting.

Why should anyone’s despair be eased
By suddenly taking the long view,

Perusing telescope photographs
Of enormous far-off galaxies

And thinking, well, you see how little
My little problems are, how little

They matter? Those galaxies matter
Less to your existence than breakfast,

And their vastness and distance remain
The same when you ignore them, when life

Is maybe going better for you.
But it works. It relieves the pressure

Momentarily, just a little
But reliably, to be little.