Gnats


Everything turns on one small gnat;
It's easy to consider him
No more than just a passing whim.

But in this world of tit for tat,
He plays a most important role,
Inspiring greater self-control.

My clumsy fingers can't compete
With one small gnat—he dodges so
Decidedly each well-aimed blow.

Sometimes it's best to just retreat
When faced with such enormous odds,
Clearly abandoned by the gods.

I've learned to live with gnats, it seems;
No longer do they haunt my dreams.
A tiny muse, the gnat has brought
A wisdom I was never taught.


©2020 Michael Fraley




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