Truth to Scale

Boredom realizes
What a vast stage you’re on,
What an odd speck you are,

Like a gnat on a blade
Of grass in an expanse
Of feral roadside weeds

Poking out of rubble
Ruins of a suburb
Of a provincial town

Sprawled under summer sun,
No direction better
Than any other one.

There’s so much more of this
Than you’ll ever get through.