Centipeda – Latin, hundred feet. But who’s counting?
The amber-colored ones attract the eye
that is always looking for the beautiful.
They move with the undulation of a wave.
Still, when encountered by surprise – where least
expected – they cause a scare as deadly
as any, sending the old ticker flopping about
like a fish out of water and have you holding
your breath long and tight. I felt one crawling
up my leg in bed one night, its length too long
not to startle me from a sound sleep, too long
to keep me indecisive. Leaping out of bed
was never so spontaneous an effort, hovering
in mid-air, never so pure an act of faith.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2020
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