The Minimal

I study the lives on a leaf: the little
Sleepers, numb nudgers in cold dimensions,
Beetles in caves, newts, stone-deaf fishes,
Lice tethered to long limp subterranean weeds,
Squirmers in bogs,
And bacterial creepers
Wriggling through wounds
Like elvers in ponds,
Their wan mouths kissing the warm sutures,
Cleaning and caressing,
Creeping and healing.

by Theodore Roethke

Comments (5)

One of your many beautiful sonnets.
Ahhh, Michael, you have such a sweet tender spot within you and it's lovely to read. Poetic hugs, CJ
I left a message ante portas. H
A gentle thought, beautifully expressed: -)
Michael, Superb Rusty