HUMILITY

Moth and butterfly, silently, softly,
fluttering and flying, seeming
to be so completely oblivious of me.
How self centered for me
to think they would think of me?
Silently, slowly, these thoughts
flutter and fly through my brain.
And yes, bees and bugs,
except mosquitoes,
treat me the same way.
Sort of stings my ego.
Dirt and earth, from which
I came, they too pay me
no little attention. So I assume
there’s a message here somewhere.
I guess I need to become quiet
and learn from what’s beneath me.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010