An Insect

With the airy grace and utter aplomb

Of a sunset alighting,

An insect came to descend upon my arm.

I was not as startled as I might have been 

Just mildly dismayed the way a lovers soft lies,

Whispered to you while asleep,

Are faintly remembered when you arise.

I did not start nor did I say a peep.

I then worked to fight off the notion

Often said by silly sods

That spy the sight of some tiny lifes motion

And wonder if we to them are like a god.

Instead I thought how he could not know my mind

But I could not know his.

We two are strangers of a similar kind.

His welcome entrance made me think that this

Is the same as god; how he might look down

On heads he cannot penetrate

And comprehension is neither breached nor found.

This is closer to what may seem like the case;

That though we are more than mere insects, 

We are in beguiling bliss

With maneuvering minds beckoned and led 

By a belief such connections do exist.

So we walked our common path alone together

With nothing above so fit

To understand my mind (or each other)

Nor nothing on high as inclined to reading it.

Here the fight became not to swat him from my skin

But to leave him sitting there,

A companion as unaware of where we begin,

Unaware (I think) he resides in my arm hair.

So the same small thing continued to sit

On my arm, we two so dear

To be a product of a cosmic burst, bits

Of flint that sparked two minds that find us here.