A Poem for Solstice

The longest day of the year deserves a celebratory token. I wrote this short poem yesterday while observing a brightly hued bug skirr among the keys of my MacBook Air. Happy Summer Solstice to all the interdependent humans, insects, birds and animals who come alive during this time of year!

Microscopic red mite
races in a skittering panic
among keyboard mesas.
I could kill you with one touch.
Instead, we coexist.