THE CENTER

 

Yesterday he found

the center of his life.

It was a small piece of paper

resting in the grass in the park.

The instant he saw it,

he knew it was exactly

where it must be.

Perhaps that’s why

it was shining

on that overcast afternoon.

Someone had tossed it aside,

not realizing its importance.

He held this piece of paper

like something special,

like the universe holds him

just where he should be.