It depends
On neighboring things
Maybe a towering monolith
A planet teeming with life
Or a dot unnoticed
casting no shadow.
But size is a thief
And the smallest things
overlooked no more
Swirling on sunbeams
Have their place in the air
Like galaxies held
In the palm of the hand.
Almost random yet directed,
Riding the slightest wind
Glinting in the sun
Reminding us
To pay attention;
Where we look
Is what we see.
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