The other day I stepped next to a wasp.
Not on, but next to.
I made sure not to cause pain
Because I know what it's like
To be hurt.
Its thorax crawled across the pavement
On a becoming day of Spring
In Brooklyn.
My thorax has changed significantly
Over the last year.
What was once as steep as
Filbert Street
Now bears the movement
Of the red rocks
On a rainbow mars.
I was always told to kill a wasp
If I could.
We tend to believe that they are dangerous
Threatening
Pointless.
But I think if we tried to eliminate
All that we thought dangerous
We would be void of
Knowing how to survive.
I’ve learned a lot about survival over the past year.
I now know that I cannot leave the house
Without some sort of protection.
Day or night
The world will always try to step on us.
I dream
A dream,
But I know that maybe one day
It can be convinced
To let it step next to,
Rather than on, us.
And we can fly
And fly
And fly.
And eventually will lose the need
To always have a stylet.
Stinging in defense
Of what we know.
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This is so good!
Love!!