thinking maybe
some stepping stone ahead
may not be set
Insects
7/7/20: Screen Time
on the couch tracing
a fly’s meandering path
to escape
4/29/20: Memory’s Pools
evaporation
ever repeating, distilled—
royal jelly
3/19/20: Lost In the/a Web
waiting—suspended
trembling lines the first hint of
arrival
1/12/20: Blinking Awake
recalling
the beat of moth’s wings captured
beneath my palm
8/3/19: Waking From a Summer Nap
mistaking the sun
for the buzz of a hornet
I hear but don’t see
4/22/19: When Syllables Rebel
I find myself in
a centipede’s mind—much too
many hands and feet
4/14/19: District Heights, Maryland
the invisible
made real—when basement ants
flew
2/10/19: Long Winter Walk
wondering which ants—
unlucky in bivouac—
sleep beneath black ice
12/19/18: Terror
bad dreams and awake
early—drowned gnat in a bowl
soaking in the sink
haiku streak 