A moth
a moth
the moth, large, brown, exposed in day
struggles to leave the water.
the man, full grown now, bends down,
knowing fragility, extends.
a careful finger to the flutterer
who huffs and puffs, climbs aboard,
the two together to the high piled wood;
the passenger dismounts.
and I am left to wonder: how is
gentleness passed on?
interconnection? the unity of life?
step by step, I’d guess. each step.
Haj
Ashby
17.VII.MMIII