Heavy Rotation

Think any ordinary day—
What a day, what a difference it makes,
All unknown to the day itself

And to most people living it—
Too large for ants to comprehend,
Too small for the sun to notice.

Think any ordinary day,
Radiating through pasts it joins
And alters and elaborates,

And no one knows the scope of it,
Nor ever will, nor ever will
Undo it. And then, another.