The Fly in the Window

I saw a fly stuck between the window and the screen

buzzing around like a mindless lunatic,

then sitting still and waiting for a few seconds

only to buzz wildly again and again.

The rest between torrents of activity

was pointless and short;

waiting to regain its energy

for another sporadic buzzing session.

As I pondered the fly,

I realized I’ve been stuck in a waiting zone,

angry that I can’t buzz sporadically and pointlessly,

when perhaps I need to be okay with the resting,

and I looked at the fly again

and realized the sporadic, seemingly insane buzzing

is actually the most important thing in the universe,

the thing that gives life its meaning:

the struggle, the pursuit,

and then I saw the fly finally find

that tiny hole in the screen

and escape…

and buzz off into the infinite blue sky

to who knows where

to do who knows what

with who knows which other flies.

I turned away

and jested about the silliness of the fly

and I sat down to write a poem

but was unsuccessful.