Thursday, November 15, 2012

Swerving to Miss Caterpillars

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

In the Autumn,
when thirteen-segments,
fat and bristled,
dare the frenetic roads to find
tall, dry grasses in which to sleep
themselves into something
utterly different,

caterpillars can be your prayer.

What kind of person do you
choose to be?

Every moment of every day
you have this question put before
you by everything around you.


And, everyone.

In that instant in which you wake up,
how will
you emerge?

Driving down Route 33,

at this very moment,

I make my choice:

I choose to be the kind of person
who swerves to miss caterpillars.

© 2012-2016/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Wild Life: New and Selected Poems"

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  1. Your observations are so gentle and inspiring, I really treasure them and you, Jamie. Thank you for the true friendship you offer in this.