A wasp got into the house today. Flying to the top of the 15 foot living room ceiling, banging its large body against the big windows, causing a bruising, crunching sound with every violent slam.
At first, it was motivated and seemingly angry, wings buzzing in frenetic gestures of desperation.
Ten hours after its first appearance on my window, the wasp hung onto the sill quietly, exhausted and resigned.
When everything else is stripped down, what finally remains is the illusion of an open sky held at bay by invisible walls barring all flight.