The Cockroach

A cockroach climbs the siding
of the house. It leans into each groove
and pulls the last long section
of its hard body over and reaches again.
It looks almost human as it goes.

So, how am I like the cockroach?
There’s a poem that writes itself....
Let it!

The roach just reached the porch roof.
It crawls along the corner a little
and snaps its wings sharply open, drops
and flies in an arc to the ground.
Will we climb again, little roach?
Or is this what we’ve come for?
It it time to walk away from the wall?
We’ve got a lot of decisions to make,
you and I.