I find soothe slowly.
Blessed by the legs

of locusts I turn believer
of beetle cadences, throbbing of thorax.

Cicadas bring their bulbous eyes,
see that against this blade

of nigh paring me thin,
that I am still multi-faceted.

How determined, those meek—
cephalopods bold,

their threadings slow and deep.
I forget fences, sheep, their

stumble unlike smooth jaws
of wasps, their habits of chew and paper,

or moths at the sill mocking
speech, their hinge, wing, remedy for sleep.