Appendages paired for walking
at head and tail
but alas, lacking legs for midsection traction.
Thus, relegated to inching along
slowly back
to front
Into an odd loop,
that teeters in the breeze,
then front forward
to undo the loop.
Then again
and again
down the weary path
taking measure inch by inch
of the seemingly mundane
and inane
matters of a small place,
amidst the entire planet.
Such is life’s duties
inching along slowly
back to front
into an odd loop,
that teeters in the breeze,
then front forward
to undo the loop.
Then again
and again
until the time nears to cocoon
away and wait...
the ageless wait
of the epochs
and into the transcendence
of wings
in the enlightenment
where the bounds to earth
are broken into free flight.
Such is life’s glories.
The fanciful Inchworm.
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