Saturday, April 24, 2021

Polistes

I like insects for their stupidity.
A paper wasp—Polistes—
is fumbling at the stained-glass window on my right.
I saw the same sight in the same spot last Sunday:
Pssst! Idiot! Sweetheart! Go around by the door!
I hope we seem as endearingly stupid to God—
bumbling down into lamps, running half-wit across the floor,
banging for days at the hinge of an opened door.
I hope so.
It does not seem likely. 

           Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Talk

 

 

 

 

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