Microcosm

The spider had a curious look —

not curious as in odd,

but curious, inquisitive, intrigued.

I saw him from the corner of my eye

watching me, then rummaging

through a pile of paper,

back again for a second look,

peering as if to say Who Are YOU?

(or WHAT I suppose)

Perhaps the same look of WHAT?

the fish had as it soared over the pond

yesterday afternoon…

Who are YOU? to the osprey,

and WHEN did I learn to fly?

Poem ©2017, Jen Payne. Image: Microcosm, Remedios Varo

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