Microcosm

The salle is full of little needs

A bit of tape

A dab of glue

A Band-Aid on your thumb

 

A wavy blade to coax into a placid curve

 

A patch upon the dead spot on your chest

 

Words of praise or sympathy 

 

Baked treats 

 

I wish that through some sympathetic magic

These small acts could

Mend the world

 

Perhaps, by multiplying microsomic kindness

We can do just that