A Fraction of Infinity

I think our world knows

How easily we’re overwhelmed,

How quickly tiny scrapes

Can become full-blown scars,

How we need seven good comments

For every bad one;

Perhaps that’s why

The atmosphere is shrouded

In blue,

Why we can’t see

The stars stretched wide,

Each one an example

Of how things blazing

So bright

Can seem so small,

How one footstep of ours

Is a small fraction

Of infinity;

I think our world knows

How easily we’re overwhelmed,

But I think it still

Sends out pockets of possibility,

Things so breathtaking

Yet small

That only those

Who can pick beauty

Out of endless rubble

Can understand that the most perfect things

Are the tiniest;

Those who know

A fraction of infinity

Is still infinity.