Scooping onto folded sheet a half dead wasp,
first faint flutterings vibrate, becoming strong and near,
pulsing my hand and arm in throbbing clasp,
sending waves of recognition slow yet clear.
I’m filled with strangest, echoing response
to an unknown denizen of airy sphere.
I sense your essence on my blood,
sense your being, experience your need,
and free from fear, feel only brotherhood.
I let you slide onto living plant and seed
where to commune alive and grow.
Though ways divide your life from mine
in this small moment I richly know
that woven through a mystery divine
the sacred skein of life is still the same
though our existence has another name.