Bagworms

Today,
I tried to
write a poem
about bagworms:
about being small
and scared
and limited,
and someday
learning to fly,
maybe,
or perhaps
about wrapping
myself
in a green tree
and holding on
for dear life,
or maybe
the poem was about
how alone
we are
insignificant,
but together
we can topple
entire forests...

maybe the poem
was just about
bagworms.
Maybe someday
I’ll finish it.