Another Resurrection

When a big lethargic winter fly
crawled out from under the edge of a book
I felt disgust at the sight and thought of its
death by fire or ice. Is one more merciful
than the other? I felt no mercy in my decision
to throw it out the door into the snow.
The quicker death by fire seemed too final––
a step I wasn’t ready to take.

After a moment of conscience
I opened the door and saw where it lay
unmoving. I picked it up in a napkin shroud
and laid it by the woodstove, where its legs twitched,
it righted itself, and walked around the I.C.U.
under the stove. Would it find and eat
the smaller fly walking the window pane?

Keeping On

I interrupted an insect feeding
on the leaves of a young apple tree

new growth evident in spite
of damage, a sign of hope and per-

severance. We have need of such signs
under the crush of events that happen

in every life. No one is spared
difficulties, or blessed depending

if life is viewed as a training ground
or a flash of cruelty some might call their god.