Wednesday, January 07, 2004

posted by: copernicus on 1/07/2004 04:49:00 AM
I feel like writing something, but I have no idea what to say.
So how about a poem about a bug?

The Most Beautiful Word in the English Language is Perseverance

Humans aren't much removed from this tropical beetle I'm watching.

Standing on the ground storing up energy,

Then flapping it's wings in furious bursts with no control over direction,

Zig-zagging around,

Bumping into things,

Bouncing off upside-down to careen into something else

And land on it's back exhausted

With no reasonable estimate of the nature of it's obstruction.

It struggles for aeons to get on it's feet

And continue it's cyclical wanderings like a pinball.


Summer 1999
Miami, Florida.