Y’oud think/a grain of dust/carrying/The light of a sunray/floating about/this late april 23rd afternoon/
giving notice of itself/would arose suspicion/as insignificant it may seem/for some reason or 2/
yet/as it floats/ in the stillness of a quiet 1900 hour/this meridian near the North pole/
Shining like a speck of gold/ in the middle of notingness/
it’s worth its weight in gold indeed.