Finding home

by Sankage Steno

Image result for cockroach black and white on the wall

If the cockroach
on my bare wall
decides to become
a butterfly, I
will not hide
underneath the
sheets. Instead
I will open my
eyes and gaze while
the saccharine moth
metamorphoses; I
will not hold my
breath and let it
steal my thunder.
For why should
a creature resilient
to forging—heat
and hammer—ignite
my fear when I
can marvel, or learn
at the least, at its
daring domesticity
calm and collected
in a lonely man’s
domicile?

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