Creatures of this order,
the filmy mayflies,
break the membrane, shake off the water, and rise
for their mating—an airborne quickie—
then fall back to drop their eggs and die,
all in less than a day.
A dedicated life—focused,
narrow even—it may seem to us,
who name them thus;
as we—frail, fluttering—must seem
to stabler things—say, rocky shale,
limestone, marble, granite—which,
themselves, in the eye of a god
(if such should be),
are brief as desire
and shapeless as the dust
within them
they are becoming.
—Bill Morgan
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