wasp in the water
Narrative Poem —
I went swimming with my sister today and there was a wasp in the water
I don’t like them but I wanted to scoop it out to save it — she thought it might sting me if I did, misunderstanding my help for an attack
She’s got a phobia of all bugs but especially a flying one who can hurt you even if it’s only once and hurts more in your mind than in reality
So, I didn’t want to scare her and I thought the least I could do was give it some hope and push him to the edge of the pool wall where maybe he could pull himself out
He tried and he almost did it but his wings were too water laden
I think he made three attempts before he gave up and rolled over to his back,
and that was the first time I ever felt grief for something I thought I’d hated.