To the fly in my coffee
(That’s now on the floor)
When you banged on the window
I saw you before
I saw when you struggled
I saw when you strained
I saw when you bounced
On that glass window-pane
But I didn’t see all the thoughts in your head
The small thoughts, the fly thoughts:
Those thoughts are now dead
They drowned in the coffee
Cold-black as the night
That all flies go into
On their final flight
But I’m only human;
And you’re just a fly
And maybe it’s karma:
For I let you die
We are blind to the things that we most need to see:
Like if there’s a fly mixed in with my caffeine.