By Lindsay Pratt
A white moth
flew in through my bathroom window,
the draw of light
like the moon,
the window
merely cracked.
As he beat his wing against the mirror—
a threat against his beauty—
I reached out my hand
to help him home.
Hand out the window,
he held on
as if with sticky fingers
while I waved,
told him:
“It’s safer to let go.”
With a violent shake,
he fell free,
and I shut fast the window
before I could find out
if he had found his wings.
Featured image: Boston Pride 2009. Photo: Lynn Levine