Poetry

There's a tiny man inside of me. There's a tiny, little microscopic man. You couldn't see him. I didn't really. But I knew that he was there. I could sense him, feel his presence. He thought that he was unseen, un-noticed by me. But I knew he was there. I always know when you're there. Still, I was impressed with how small this one was. I enjoyed knowing that I was his whole world. Nothing existed for him but me. I thought about this as I followed his presence across my ski