Quivering fluttering

Vibrantly colored slices of air

A flaming sunset

Framed and bound in black

Every child’s dream to be able to

Color so completely between the lines.


A body, hardly noticeable

An insect’s body

Buggy eyes, spindly legs

Head, thorax, abdomen

A visceral objection to

All things wondrous.


Would we view a roach differently

If it sported beautiful wings?

If it took to the air and made

Its home on trees, flowers and fence posts?


And us?

What of us?

As we display our wings to the world.

Do we hope to hide our

Unsavory underbelly?

Protect our secrets beneath

Shows of splendor and magnificence?