Inchworm at large

I wish I could sing all day like the birds

whose immense beaks and colorful bodies

blot out the great blue heavens up above

while I hide myself from these predators.


Here at base of flowering bridal wreath,

I hide as spectator of blue sky,

which was created for every inchworm.


When I woke this morning to bird chatter

and envied their rhythmic musical trills,

a menacing midge darted by my head

above the enormous pillars of grass

which surround the whole girth of our earth.


The trick to being a successful earthworm

is to keep eyes downward, yet I look up!

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden and Longing, translated into French and Japanese
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