Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Tiny Moth

Tiny Moth

You crept in,
through the kitchen window
as I sat in a chair working away.

Darting past my eyes I could only see a blur
and you looked nothing of your dark splendour.

Floating
mostly falling
barely keeping float on wind.

Tired wings half fighting fall
but embracing touchdown relief.

The window's open
but I won't force you out
there is a quiet refuge here for you.

Looking back at my work and burning eyes
tiny moth I know what weight can keep wings moving.

-Matthew Koutzun

1 comment:

Rachel said...

This is lovely. Hope all is well with you.