April, 10th, 2011
With thoughts of contrition
When a brush of the neck
Revealed a stowaway
From the bike ride home.
An inchworm whom I nearly smooched
Had been clinging to my skin.
When prodded with finger
She froze, still as a stick, bright green
Standing erect in the strength of her stance.
I left my desk
Putting down the phone
Remorse to the pocket
Opened the door
Stepped over the cat
To place you on a shrub
Next to the porch.
After a breath you continued climbing,
Searching out the highest point,
Feeling each step out, carefully,
Only to dive again into the sky?
Is that really your life’s work
To jump until you can jump no more
Or ‘til wings sprout
Just before the landing
From persevering insanity?
The next time I plan to make a call
That would dig me deeper,
I will try to climb like you,
Long and harrowing be the journey,
Until at the pinnacle
I cast off all fear
The rapture of letting go.