Moth

Moth, where did you come from?

It's the middle of winter and you should be dormant safe in a chrysalis or perhaps yet unborn

Were you hiding in my bag of oats or a box of Rice Crispies?

Are you lost many miles from a granary or a woolen sweater you once loved?

Are there friends who miss you and wonder If they will ever see you again?

I thought I was a moth once, in a dream

Fluttering by, alone, seen and not seen

Looking for that pretty sweater to love

Hoping someone missed me.

Or maybe is wasn't a dream.

Moth, you must leave now I'm sorry, but you can't stay here

Too many clothes for you to ruin too many grains for you to spoil.

Moth, still fluttering outside my door this next morning What are you trying to tell me?