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.
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Very nice
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Thank you.
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Well done, Sylvia. Beautifully stated. When possible, I open doors so insects can return to freedom. –Curt
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Yes, I do that also. I’ve become expert at trapping them in a glass and slipping a piece of paper beneath them and then placing the glass without the paper on the balcony. They crawl out and fly away. But these wasps don’t ever come down from the windows once they fly up there. I don’t know why. They literally beat their bodies against the glass. I really hate to see it happen. There’s nothing I can do.
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I guess there is an advantage of not having any windows 15 feet up in the air. 🙂 Curt
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Yes, absolutely.
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Wonderful poetry.
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Thank you.
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So many of us get trapped by rigid illusions.
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Yes.
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Wow………… very deep Sylvia…….. those damn invisible walls!
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Yes, there they are. Some even of my own making.
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