The Moth

Notice the moth.

Its dark, shining eyes.

Its hairy, delicate legs.
Its fern-like antennae.

Its furred, dusty wings

Like the negative image

Of a butterfly’s wings.

It is nocturnal.

It finds its

Nourishment

In darkness.

Yet its desire

To seek light

Is so notorious

It is cliché.

It wants what

It cannot have

In safety.

It beats itself

Against the glass

Trying

To get out

To get in

To get somewhere.

We do not know-

Maybe to get out

Of this world.