Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Small

Small
©August 29th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

I’ve always loved small things.

I loved the little plastic animals that came with Binaca Flouride Toothpaste when I was growing up, a wonder-struck child, in India.  I was entranced by little glass animals as a child, and even now as an adult, I cannot resist getting them for my daughter if I go to the local zoo.  I gazed at stones and seashells and saw worlds.

I loved the tiny bronze Buddhist monks and other figurines that a friend gave me.  They have pride of place at the window display in my room, as they solemnly stare into endless space.

When I get a small object for a present, I am happier than when I get an embarrassment of riches.

I love small marbles, small semi-precious stones, the broken opal from a ring I still have, the cracked ceramic swan the size of my thumb.

I wish I were small.

Small wonder it is, then, that I love this song by Suzanne Vega.  It speaks to me like no other song has spoken to me in recent years.

I wish I were a small, blue thing, forever falling, never hitting ground.

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