Shrinking

By Sean Joyce

Shrink

Drift up,

Lifting

Up- Or,

Maybe

Everything

Is

Sinking?

Shrinking.

See blue tongues

Lap the shore.

Looming over

Passing trees;

A coarse brown grass-

Wiry, weary-

Wooden.

Over streets

Ants march

To and fro-

They’re people;

All matter-

Shrunk

To the size of

Peas.

Put back in pods-

Kept safe

For another day.

As waves wish,

Wash and wish away

And trees gulp

Their last,

The celestial heat decays.

Lost in the blanket

of starless,

speechless space.