In My Sight.
That moment on my walk, I saw it. It was stark against the concrete it rested on. A contrast from the many-shaded brilliant greens that were now bursting forth in the warmer, growing days of sunlight. It stayed motionless and yet I knew by instinct, life was pulsing forth in it. I have never seen such a creature in all my wanderlust days of youthful nature hikes and now, walks through the city wild. That is, of that color. In my discovery, I saw the world incapsulated. Our attraction to the unknown, our repellence of anything different, borne of our own ignorance. Of mine. Nature is full of aposematism. But we in our modern world, have lost touch with nature, our own nature especially. It takes a concerted effort to really see, to take in what is actually in front of us, and then to look deeper, to use our instincts. But even those have been mired under what we think is knowledge in this technological world. Out here is the real, expressive world. Why? I don’t know, but a Haiku instantly came to mind.
By sight unmoving
It was singularly black
Poised for a new life
A caterpillar.