Every day I check our Polyphemus cocoon
I expected it to hatch several weeks ago
now I wonder if perhaps she has died
or perhaps she has decided to overwinter
and emerge in the Spring.

Bumble to our
bright window and risk the
birds of the day
and the bats of night

We can’t know
if a thing will happen
We predict the future
but we are just guessing
and hoping we are right.

 

 

Bright invisible
water rises and I
pretend I feel clean