Hello, little hopper, little bit of life.
Hello, perfectly formed fellow creature.
An eighth of an inch in length, if that,
the folded pads of your thread-like
feet hold within themselves the promise
of jumping, that promise fulfilled
when you soar off the desk
to the window twelve inches away.
New life is everywhere this June day.
Phoebe chicks asleep in their nest
ready to fledge soon, and now
this grasshopper out on his own
following the directives of his DNA.
So small, so vulnerable, like ourselves
dots of matter moving across the land-
scape of our lives, always aware
of moving toward an edge.