Then you were alone with your moth’s
Tears, wisp of a body darting
Against the screen’s unrelenting wire, surely a
Sun awaits, blurred by the mesh
Veil. How light would insist – any orb,
Planet or flame tendering equal gravity,
Antennae compelled headlong. A draft –
You would rearrange air
For any sensed opening, finely dusted
Wings unrelenting in their course, a blinking
Haphazard pursuit of horizon. Entry and
Egress – current stilled, suddenly.
To what pale surface did you press
Your panting silhouette?