inchworm

An inchworm summits the toe of my boot propped on the railing and reaches all about. I’m tempted to stand up and give it the tree it wants.

The female chickadee perches motionless in the mouth of the den. The male gives her an inchworm and she sits holding it for half a minute.

A mosquito creeps across my shirt, an inchworm measures my jeans, and a hummingbird circles my head: this morning, I’m doomed to disappoint.