Aspiration
I read the ancient epics
Curious of the heroes’ arcs of success
How high and wide and bright their paths
To traverse all the earth and heavens.
They are Gilgamesh, Achilles, Aeneas,
(Rulers, killers, guides)
Then kings and wanderers like Arthur and Parsifal.
They did not change the world
But made it, fashioned it anew
In their pure, determined fists
Until it emerged like a bright star
Into the dark and eternal sky.
And as I read, I struggled
To imagine what place I have
In all this explosion of light
Where I am barely a spark:
How can I move the world
Just one millimeter towards greatness?