In smallness
and meditative step
a seeker
toes the grass
hajj-like
circling
a vastness
honored
to share in being.
The woman dwarfed by the tree is my writing mate Tamara. She too wrote about this moment, but in a different way. Since we are all writers here, you might find it interesting to read her reflection (I recommend it):
http://suburbansatsangs.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/staying-strong/