Wednesday, 9 November 2016

making sense again

today I came across 
a green insect that 
i have never seen before -

the wings perfectly gridded in 
the likeness of the veins of a moist 
and chlorophylled leaf

on the windowsill he sits unmovingly
surrounded by harsh brickwalls 
and a cold staircase

his keen greenness and 
trembling antennae 
spelling his acute aliveness

to me he looks alone and lost
what will he be sensing 
of his fate?

we can't resist to interfere 
and move him 
under the shade of a tree

without fuss he melds with 
his surroundings -
making sense again

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