Small

You walk into a room 

Demanding eyes

searching seas of faces 

for returned smiles 

stopping briefly to connect 

your feet 

to the ground 

making sure that you 

are indeed flattening 

the air that separates you 

from us 

your body moves with purpose

never fumbling 

for placement in our universe

your fingers 

demand room 

to spread and touch 

never contracting to feel 

small 

Nothing about you is small 

except for maybe the way you make me feel 

I am big, but beside you 

my presence is 

miniscule