Thursday, September 29, 2011

Return of the Bug

In August of 2004 a bug appeared on the wall in front of my computer at work. I opened a word document and composed the following:

There is a very large bug on the wall,
a spray of filament legs radiating
from a wormlike body.
Almost beautiful.
I can't think of a good enough reason to kill it
so instead I watch
as it worries itself precariously
up the smooth flat wall.

Today, all these years later, the same bug reappeared. Well, more likely it is one that is simply identical to it, presumably a descendant of the bug of the poem, owing its very existence to my reluctance to squash its ancestor. But it seems like the same bug. Is there a message here? Some deep meaning I am meant to take away? Or has the bug appeared today merely to prompt me to look back over the years since 2004, noting the things that have changed -- the people who have left my life or come into it -- and the things that have not changed. I'm still staring at the same wall at the same job, and is it really possible that so many years have passed and I still haven't pulled up that ugly rug on the stairs in my house?

Or maybe the bug is my muse ... giving me one more tie-in to NaBloPoMo's September theme of "return." I believe I have stretched this theme about as far as I can stretch it. Only one more day of this silliness. Thank you patient readers for sticking with me thus far.

2 comments:

  1. I love this post! I love how the bug reminded you of all the things that have changed and yet the things that have stayed the same as well. I still have the same wall paper up that was here when I moved in and I swore would be gone the first month we lived here, 10 years later!! I really enjoy reading you! Thanks!

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  2. Thanks, Kathy! Isn't funny how those household things become invisible after a while? I really hate that rug, but I've somehow managed to live w/ it for 7 1/2 years!

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