A moth flit its last flit in the sink
just moments before I washed it down
the drain. I was not at all sad
nor sickened by the water burial.
Life has magnetism,
yet some life repels
the way a spider repels me
Bugs have astonishing parrying power
like, say, my neighbors to the north,
who quite effortlessly send me back
into the house as they flicker around
desperately trying to plant a winter garden
even amid the great drought.
I watch from behind the curtain
and consider when I can venture out again.
I see a hummingbird and open the door.