Living Here For Fifteen Years
Living here for fifteen years
And never noticed
Insects that I notice now.
Is it s sign? Compassion new?
It’s May,
The garden full of miss-mash shades
And hues and textured heights.
A spider – cute
Adorable, minute;
Purple gr-ellow butterflies
I cannot differentiate
From petals.
Small, thick, fat, flat beetles,
Black-brown or iridescent:
Purple this year’s fashion.
Ants so busy
I am forced to dance to walk.
Small ones harmless, big ones menace,
Coming, going in their rows (so orderly).
What are they doing?
Is the world of insects working,
Birthing, screwing?
Flies have started landing
In the dishwater, where
I am forced to scoop and rescue,
Spontaneous resource a spoon.
Sad each time I miss or fail.
One second late, and flailing ceases.
Insect-sadness, doesn’t last.
I cannot let it.
This year reels around,
Feels much more insect-live
And still it’s May.
© Living Here For Fifteen Years 5.24.2009
Circling Round Nature;
Arlene Corwin
Tags: 2009, compassion