Anonymous beetle beetling about
Alone and yet one of millions,
A day as a thousand years,
Life’s microcosm.
Mad—cap flasher, dasher in the sun
Hither and thither, looking for structure, direction,
Lines of demarcation;
Dipping in and out of the shadow of boundary,
Stone slabbed path edged with rubble and debris;
Broken pieces of history
Warning of retribution
While the rock eternally weathers,
Ancient wisdom waiting for discovery.
Tumbling, trembling he hides in the crevice
While the sun momentarily hides above, shaded,
Until warmth seeping in once more
He ventures out, relieved
That the end is not yet come.
As he scurries, he knows
That the dark season will return
In greater intensity and he searches
For his final resting place.
Kittie Carr
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