THE MOTHS

There's a kind of white moth, I don't know what kind, that glimmers

by mid-May

in the forest,

just as the pink moccasin flowers are rising.

If you notice anything,

it leads you to notice more

and more.

And anyway

I was so full of energy.

I was always running around, looking at this and that.

If I stopped

the pain was unbearable.

If I stopped and thought, maybe the world can't be saved,

the pain was unbearable.

#poetry