The Stick Insect Poem by Michael Galvin
The Stick Insect
I'm a vacancy for the wind -
a pocket for a feast, still and unmoved
in my sticks.
I do not contend with inquisitive skin,
nor do I declare
possession of the air,
fixed in obedience,
disappearing here.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,god,love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A very thin spider sitting in its web and the canny place it had strung it made me think about the natural state a person might be in to make themselves receptive to nourishment from the divine.
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