🇬🇧 Tanbark Beetle
661. She who has seen a tanbark beetle
  Is a lucky critter:
  Wingcovers are shiny bluish-green.
  Long, segmented antennas,
  A full bodylenght long
Finely balanced down and across
Bulging black droplets of muscle
On reddish upper thighs,
Brownish-yellow thorax
And a small black head.
662.   We experience in glimpses
We see in sequences
Few seconds in duration.
Our attention
Is mostly blind.
But now and the
The moment is propituous
And we see; really see.
663.   The tanbark beetles is there
Suddenly among the logs,
Completely alive, shy,
But not afraid.
Just watchfull.
Half a minute
And she scurries off;
Finds shelter and lays eggs
In my stack of firewood.
664. I relish the moment.
A small performance
In the unending variation
Of insect- and beetlelife.
665. Life is expansive
And my empathy with beetles
Has grown a little.
This is what I call
An expanded day.
666. I add the barkborers name
To the common mailbox
Of species on my lot.
A pedestrian passes by, looks,
Asks me: “Tell me, what’s that, will ya.
I reply: “Awh, just practical biophilia.
Last Updated on 2 måneder ago by Jacob Gammelgaard