in which Megan sits and sees a view during Lent 2011
What is this creature crawling on my chair? Like a grasshopper, but smaller. Not green–the same color I’m painting my kitchen (khaki).
He stops.
The puppies run. He stays put.
One-half an inch long. Two antennae. Slender. Four legs? Body like a check mark.
He moves along this broken loveseat, from the back to the arm.
What does he eat?
Who would eat him?
“Hello. I’ve never seen you before. Do you live here? Because I live here, too.”
He looks at me. Rocks back and forth. Tests the chair with his foot.
He falls. I’ve lost him.
A praying mantis? Maybe just a falling prayer.
