I Ching, Hexagram 15

 

‘humbling’ or ‘modesty,’

waiting tossing flipping out

of the bed wide awake

imagining insects still under fallen

leaves, wondering if they sleep

or just wait out the morning

with dull millennial arthropod

complacency, wondering if they think

‘what if’ or ‘why did I’ or ‘I will, I won’t’

 

hear them in the morning, they

scuttle, slither, and slink

into the solar oven of retribution

wondering

if their limbs, antennae, or wings burn

if their pheromones penetrate walls

if they count minutes and seconds

the way I count years and days

[RK, 8/17/2020]