A shield/squash/stink bug on the bathroom floor
At first glance screams
Imposter! garden wrecker! vermin!
(Or, at the very least: Bug. Nothing more. A different sort of insult.)
Look closer still.
Watch it walk on those six legs
And it becomes a mesmerizing surprise:
The spindly, stickish legs stop being that and instead
– No longer incidental or beneath me –
Become wielders of a gait now screaming purpose! the most sophisticated design!
The walk-cadence measured, perfect, purpose-full
The intricacy and design of its little form
An ideal and remarkable symphony of parts and function
Fitted for reaching its anywhere.
– As if its organic perfection wasn’t enough –
One may see the real greatness marker:
It is missing a foot.
I didn’t notice,
These few minutes of notice,
That its gait, for all its tiny marked grandeur, belies even more dignity.
With no sign of giving up or stopping or changing course,
This wondrous creature keeps on.
Doggedly carries on in spite of, in light of,
(and quite seemingly nonplussed about)
Rather than diminishing its nobility
becomes more-so because of it.
While it has a leg to stand on
It doesn’t just stand:
As ever, it is the handicapped vision of the seer
that needs bolstering.