The Hatch

by

Phil Pochurek

In a whirling dervish of gossamer wings
I’m engulfed by a cadis hatch
Who desperately cling
To my body hair, to anything
In respite of this summer breeze.
Their delicate perfection belies their size.
With antennae like tails and bulging eyes
They struggle to hold their place against the wind.
Their lifetimes a mere twinkling of an eye
As they strain to reproduce before they die
Or end up as food for a waiting trout.
Flying and mating is what their life is all about
As their swarm goes drifting by.
And so I sit in awe and wonder
At their noble cause as they fly off in grandeur
In witness as they struggle against the wind,
And offer up a resting place.
My arms, my legs, my hair, my face,
To this insect glitterati from where they began
On their journey towards their destiny’s end,
Almost over as quickly as it begins
To this insect version of amazing grace.

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