Hey, Little Bug

Hey, little bug
in the middle of the path
antennae twitching
verdict pending
and me, frozen mid-stride
looking down at you
fates in the balance
we are not so different

We share the same mystery
and whatever your motives
for crossing this path
they can not be so different from mine
a hot date
a cool drink
a warm bed

We are not elemental
like air, or fire, or stone
they have eternity
but we are derivative
and frail
and there is urgency

So, little comrade
I will lower my foot this morning
step back and bow to your crossing
I will not, for mere convenience
knowingly participate in your demise
for in yours is mine
and too soon
as it is

Marv Himmel
October 22, 2015 ©

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