Slow crawl

'Slow crawl' by Trish Munn

A small green insect slow-crawls the keyboard,
a cumbersome climb on delete to home.
Wait…
It moves on for break,
and then pause
before travelling back to insert,
which he did, or she. Now lost forever
I’m afraid to continue
lest squashing an insect prolong my karma.

I’m at play, seizing an idle moment,
yet this creature, alive as I and as curious,
share the strange world of technology.

And it’s strange to think as he climbs the keyboard
that as I watch him and wonder, he doesn’t watch me
and think, ‘what is she?’ and I felt unnecessary,
superfluous, like a giant, cut-off from so much life
that just gets on with the business of being.

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