Poetry About Comparing

I place my small success beside your shining one. At once, mine shrinks beneath the borrowed measure. But no two roads have carried equal weather. No two hands were given the same tools. I put the rulers back inside the drawer. My life returns to its unmeasured size.

Evening changes the weight of the scene. But no two roads have carried equal weather. A smaller detail comes forward. I put the rulers back inside the drawer. Meaning gathers without raising its voice. My life returns to its unmeasured size.

I place my small success beside your shining one. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. But no two roads have carried equal weather. It returns us to measurement, envy, judgment, perspective, self-knowledge, and the limits of every scale. I put the rulers back inside the drawer. The day continues with a more attentive heart.