Six Feet Ununder

.4:40 PM

Watched a bug scrabble over loose soil. One of those unnameable and perfectly camouflaged beetles. He was the color of the sand and the dust and he was the color of the ancient dead skin of this palm tree. He moved with unswaying determination. One foot always in front of t'other whether it do something or not. His head was obviously pointed that way cause I watched him a few times moving like a tank ever forward and if he got stuck then all them legs just keep moving kept working kept moving until they finally got it figured. Then he'd just roll right along.

I watched him when he went vertical. Cause I'd seen how the loose soil fucked with him I was curious to see his climbing skills. At this point - damn. He's already at least thirty feet up. Took to that bark like a natural. Funny thing was though - I watched him the first four foot up and he kept stopping. He'd get himself lost and then he'd find a high spot - a pinnacle - his own little lookout on the world - and he'd be lost as fuck cause he knew there was higher to go and he'd got stuck on this little high place. It never once occurred to him to back on down and try again somewhere different. So I had to blow and knock him off his peak to maybe think a different route. And come to think of it, he's probably looking down on me now from six feet above or thirty and he's thinking he's some big shot.