Hemlocked Heart

I want to be a hairy spider
Weaving moonlight’s silver webs
And hunting in dark corners

I want to be a humming fly
Scribbling incoherent flight patterns
And investigating as the living die

I want to be a sugar ant
Creating cavernous catacombs
And launching expeditions under plants 

I want to be a carpenter bee
Voyaging meadows on my own
And burrowing in tall, tall trees

I want to be, for one day,
A creature that knows its way
And works to make peace from clay