Insect Quiet

Insect Quiet I take the quiet of the night With somewhat countable drops of rain Too heavy on the leaves unsettled there And like the leaves I never settle Dim lamp light goes out of focus I gather myself within the laws of nature Turn instead, I watch the insect make his path Too small or nearly so, for our detection I see his children come and go below the wall Clothed in armor With minute morsels of food and crumbs They slip into the dark My watch is missing also….but moving on With tiny legs and armored bodies In the quiet of the night they make their way And I make mine I sleep before myself and others And leave the details to the dim lamp light