THE INSECTS' WISDOM

The insect standing on that rock
has known me since I was a child

At dawn and nightfall his elytra salute me

Another insect is sitting on a leaf
dangling his feet

Another floats on his back in a little stream
 satisfied like a bishop in a cask of brandy

The insect on that rock
doesn't have wings but flies doesn't have eyes but sees

doesn't have hands but writes letters
to the other insects