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Five Meditations on the Praying Mantis on my Doorstep (poetry)

Five Meditations on the Praying Mantis on my Doorstep

Grasshoppers madly hop about,

trying to gather wisdom:

the mantis remains wiser still.

 

Like a miniature jade Buddha,

wings folded along his slim abdomen

the mantis considers

Why I am on his doorstep.

 

Once my children opened my eyes

to the wonders of a mantis in our garden.

Ten years later, they are teens:

and the mantis prays alone.

 

On the night the mantis stopped upon my doorstep,

one also visited the porch of an acquaintance across town.

I ponder annunciations, signs.

 

A hoard of grasshoppers eating northern crops

Became headline news.

One praying mantis on the porch

Became this poem.