Lost In the Moment

I watch a ladybug, one with the
little black dots
on its back, as it scuttles up a
verdant blade near my arm.

They are always here. I hope I have not
accidentally
crushed
one
in my trespasses.

This one reaches the tip,
crawls around the underside,
then back to the top again. It pauses,
as though briefly stumped, while the world holds
its breath. Suddenly, it
opens up
and its little
black wings like
delicate lace
carry it out of sight
to another
corner of paradise.

If I were a ladybug,
the ribbons of grass could be my highways. I would be free to fly
from one to another if I wished. I could make this place my home
I would stay forever