He was busy making waves of his own.
Spreading out his legs,
All six of them.
In a desperate attempt to walk on water
This would be his swan song.
He could feel the
Water beginning to
Bloat his red back.
(Not red from the sun, but from science)
And wither away his feelers,
Which now resembled melted licorice.
The bumblebees buzzing just above this scene,
With their waxy wings,
Watch from above,
Like curious buzzards.
Feeling like gods,
Until the dragonflies show up.
From the depths of that puddle,
Beneath the bewildered beetle,
A five fingered phenomenon began to surface.
Carefully contemplating the saturated salvation of the
And at last the leviathan surfaced.
Displacing the water until
A cool breeze could be felt
Whooshing between his antennae,
Splitting the difference.
The surface that the beetle now suddenly inhabitated,
Was a pale planet.
Flat and welcoming.
Its core obviously warm with life.
But it’s mantle and crust shook with
Icy tremors that
Had the ability to
All of the universes many magistrates,
After adjusting to the initial inertia
Gravity of the situation,
(And of the unusual planet itself)
It became apparent that
He would not be
Aquainted with scores of underlying bubbles.
He flicked the water from his wings,
With the intention of soon seeing
His gamble paid off,
His fragile wings barely carried him
To a nearby fence-post.
(Where the sun was shining brighter than usual)
Now miles away from that
Thanking it from afar with his precious absence.
His wings now warm with sunlight.
The invisible interstate that he soon planned to
In up there,
Parallel to the infinite tree-line,
Perpendicular to the weather vanes,
(Too concerned with vanity to be bothered with direction)
Bugs with names like
In the summertime,
In early May.