The Song Of A Million Insects
I stood in the yard of my former wife’s house
and told you (across an ocean) that I worry
there’s no place for me in this world.
A year later I drive by that same yard
on my way to the trailhead
where I park my minivan in lieu of a life.
A million insects are singing
as the moon flirts with an appearance
from behind the smothering clouds.
There’s another minivan in the small gravel lot.
No lights showing inside, no sound.
Two minivans and a million tiny lives.
It’s a miracle to be here at all, I guess.
I have no good answer for Mary Oliver,
so I let the question hang.
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6 September 2022
State College PA