Written June 19, 2020

there is perfection
in the inchworm
who crawls beneath
the turmoil of
the battlefield

he expands

as ruby encrusts
emerald 

as fang meets
shield 

as metal crushes
bone

he contracts

as towers topple

as dirt blinds

as light sees sound
in that special moment
when eyes acknowledge
ears

the inchworm curls
into half an infinity

for it is wise

The Inchworm © Safira Schiowitz