He is as small as an ant.
A tiny speck of dust
on a molecule of space,
whirling like a raindrop
through a hurricane.
He is large as the universe,
A soul of darkness, emblazoned
with burning points of light,
hopes as deep as space,
spirit as endless as time.

She is sensitive as the snow,
easily melted into tears
by harsh words and lost hope,
icy to the touch
when she has been burnt.
She is as tough as iron.
Unbroken through the battering
of sharpened grief and failure.
Holding strong to bear
the weight of many dreams.

We are, all of us, contrary.
Series of assorted pieces
linking in conflicting colors,
master work of painted puzzle.
Eternal contradictions.

– s. Clark