Miracle

By John I. Blair

Looking at a tiny fly today
Clinging to my window screen
I see a miracle in miniature

So right in every way with its
Compound eyes, antennae,
Wings and tail, glistening face.

I feel challenged by the thought
We humans are in any sense
The apex of existence.

For this title size is not a measure
But success; and what
Is more successful than a fly,

Here since Tyrannosaurs
Left manure all around
For them to glean?

We’re the new kids on the block
And have strayed toward another choice,
One that’s wrecked the place, I ween.

 ©2018 John I. Blair, 4/21/2018

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