no one can catch me,
my belief, my hope,
my private delight.
my special power over
every other creature:
quick wings that flit
silently behind leaves,
while they all creep
stupidly on languid legs,
peering into the dirt.
i am above indignities,
accountability and reproach
do not reach so high.
but see! they build
fires and bake bread
together. what ruse
is this, that those
who cannot escape
one another should be
so happy? i spy unseen,
uncomprehending and
alone among the foliage.