A Little Grain of Rice

To be completely anonymous with zero credential
is a cliche that remains dauntingly existential.
And no could bear it, like life wouldn’t suffice,
as much as one lonely, depressed grain of rice.

It looked up to the world, feeling like shit,
aside a trillion grains as unimpressive as it.
Though in earlier days, it dreamed up its meaning,
now, every tribute seemed trite and demeaning.

“I’m but one being, within limitless matter,
but to think of my end makes me so, so much sadder.
This galaxy’s huge, so who, then, am I?
My smiles are worthless; it means less when I cry.”

When death’s cold, metal fingers finally came,
Rice feared for the dullness, and for the pain.
But suddenly! It was shocked out of a daze
When just one slice of kimchi found its embrace.

All at once, the past and future were banished,
and as Rice met Kimchi, anxiety vanished.
From inside themselves, a fresh truth was revealed,
though it always existed, now its form had appeared.

The moment was eternal, like the moon and the sun,
and the whole world unravelled, as two flavors turned one.
Kimchi was everything rice needed to face it,
fore how perfectly acidic, to counter something so basic!

“To me, you are all,” Kimchi relayed with silence,
and Rice saw real miracles- rebirth and nonviolence.
Though they were just two, among infinite form,
their connection turned death into comfortable warmth.