An Insect Poem by Patrick VincentBrown

With the airy grace and utter aplomb
Of a sunset alighting,
An insect came to descend upon my arm.
I was not as startled as I might have been

Just mildly dismayed the way a lovers soft lies,
Whispered to you while asleep,
Are faintly remembered when you arise.
I did not start nor did I say a peep.

I then worked to fight off the notion
Often said by silly sods
That spy the sight of some tiny lifes motion
And wonder if we to them are like a god.

Instead I thought how he could not know my mind
But I could not know his.
We two are strangers of a similar kind.
His welcome entrance made me think that this

Is the same as god; how he might look down
On heads he cannot penetrate
And comprehension is neither breached nor found.
This is closer to what may seem like the case

That though we are more than mere insects,
We are in beguiling bliss
With manuevering minds beckoned and led
By a belief such connections do exist.

So we walked our common path alone together
With nothing above so fit
To understand my mind (or each other)
Nor nothing on high as inclined to reading it.

Here the fight became not to swat him from my skin
But to leave him sitting there,
A companion as unaware of where we begin,
Unaware (I think) he resides in my arm hair.

So the same small thing continued to sit
On my arm, we two so dear
To be a product of a cosmic burst, bits
Of flint that sparked two minds that find us here.