The Covid 19 pandemic is isolating Alaskan writers. We can no longer attend workshops or public readings. The coffee bars where we met with other writers are closed. To bridge these physical gaps, 49 Writers is providing this on-line forum for Alaskans writing the distance. Today, Marilyn Bennett provides a poem and painting.
Ode To A Fly
First Fly
There he is
He’s wondering where he is
I’m wondering why he’s here
Just flying in lazy circles
Unaware of the danger
Where did he come from?
Hatched from some dark corner
Perhaps an egg his mom had laid
Between the wall and floor
A tiny crack no one noticed
Now he awakes this frosty morn
The snow is melting more each day
But it is – This Little Fly
That tells me with no doubt at all
That Spring has come
Awaking life another year
It brings me joy
To watch him fly
Around in lazy circles
And know that he
In his short life
Brought realization
That Spring is truly here
What Joy
That First Fly
Marilyn Bennett lives, writes, and paints in Palmer.
thanks for sharing your fly poem…. I too have been noticing the insects coming out but you captured this event so well and your artwork is perfect.