Starring down her nose
Through a microscope
Surface flaws are clearly perceived
Record it, report it
Every single one.
Does she tire from her observations?
Does she wear from decisions made?
Her hands are busy and full
Clenched with her tools:
A ruler extending to the sun,
A balance weighted with the gallons of the sea
My heart is almost as heavy
Yet drowns in them
And halfway there I melt before the heat.