LITTLE POEM: Ladybug
By Margaret Aitken
Crawling around crevices,
A toddling bug, what are you doing here
in this space of glass and plasterboard?
Alone, no other bug to befriend,
Are you looking for connection or solitude?
I wonder what meaning lies behind spots
Of inky black on shiny red.
A message to pass on?
You catch my eye despite hurried distractions.
My mind slowing; the spin like a roundabout in an empty park.
It stops at a settling thought.
We are all toddling along.
A speck on a map so large it can’t fit on one sheet.
I feel grateful to see you,
Then you crawl away,