Almost at the end of the road here on the month of April, 2012 NaPoWriMo, or am I at the end of the road? So, the question begins. Here, Poem 29 on day 29 – enjoy!
Insight Max Wolf Valerio
so I was coming to the end of the road
I saw the intersection up ahead teeming with
flying insects no cars, just big fat bugs!
translucent green carapace and whirring blue wings!
whirring helicopter bugs caught without shame dive-bombing
mosh pits of insects! huge eyes with sunglasses no
Really – sunglasses!
I took a double take Wow –
some were singing and others gesticulating wildly
pointing at me, trying to warn the others
that I was watching and
I could not fly –
I waited… WAIT ONE MINUTE!!!!
were these ah, insects or –
were they — drones?
at some point, I had to question my own
many of these creatures appeared to be equipped
they possessed a warring intelligence
set to stun and inculcate
tiny red mirrors set like precious stones into
every single instance
all the moments of certainty that I had
entertained as I drove sparking
flight began to unfold and flower to
Was I really at the end of the road?
by Max Wolf Valerio (c) April 29, 2012