under streets and
lining the canals, on bridges,
in walls, skittering,
resting by windows,
in the earth
before the plow, and aft-
you do not even see them
unless you’re looking,
unless someone points them out while you
look through, above,
everywhere except them –
who trained you so?
are you too weak to bear the sight?
too cowardly to lift your eyes?
do not worry,
with proper practice
even vermin may gaze at stars.
They Scurry Underfoot
