A poem by me...

 

Microcosm

in the cupboard under the sink where

we keep an assortment of plastic containers and lids

we find a silverfish swimming

in an empty box – later

I read they are commonly found

in kitchens and libraries and often eat

the glue in book bindings

in the polytunnel on the farm where

we shelter from rain and eat lunch off a wooden pallet

we find butterfly wings and the dried body

of a dragonfly – finishing

our food we use the box that

had the cashew nuts in

to carry our specimens back home

in the car singing silly songs where

we are happy and dry and chat about the orchard

we find a spider crawling upside down

above our heads – capturing

it in an old bottle we let down

the window and tip

the creature onto the road

in the days that follow after where

we spend brief moments discussing the mini episodes

we find time drifts along peacefully and

everything moves on – strangely

I cannot forget about these three

chance encounters but

find it difficult to say why