Smallness and Failings in the still, quiet moments when there is no sound except the crickets and the rolling of the clouds this is when I am most scared of my smallness of my failings. But then I think my fear is selfish others starve and I am chained to my cowardice. Then my fear evaporates. I am small inside the choir of the crickets the chanting clouds You who are the song of the crickets and of the clouds make me whole again. Adam Tod Leverton (firstname.lastname@example.org) Want to show your financial appreciation of my work? Please go to: http://www.adamtodleverton.blogspot.com/ and click the donate button.