The Mosquito Among the Raindrops
The mosquito among the raindrops...
It's equivalent to getting hit, says the scientist,
By a falling school bus. And hit every twenty seconds.
And the mosquito lives.
In fact, she doesn't even try to avoid the drops.
No zigzagging, no ducking. No hiding under eaves.
How does she do it?
No resistance to force.
She hitches a ride on the blow,
A stowaway on that which brings her down.
She becomes 'one with the drop,'
Knowing that to fly again
She must fall.
Teddy Macker, 'This World'
Thanks, K.
The mosquito among the raindrops...
It's equivalent to getting hit, says the scientist,
By a falling school bus. And hit every twenty seconds.
And the mosquito lives.
In fact, she doesn't even try to avoid the drops.
No zigzagging, no ducking. No hiding under eaves.
How does she do it?
No resistance to force.
She hitches a ride on the blow,
A stowaway on that which brings her down.
She becomes 'one with the drop,'
Knowing that to fly again
She must fall.
Teddy Macker, 'This World'
Thanks, K.
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