"Sunset"

I am a speck of dust
      a pebble beneath the blanket
      and froth of a swirling stream
small
common
      but not blind
            and not without feeling
            as often regarded
      and thought perhaps to be
as thoughts
when small
      and born in haste
      may perhaps be
though sight
      when for granted it is taken
becomes
as dust and pebbles
unseen