A wasp flies into my water bottle.
I do not know this. I bring
The water bottle inside. The wasp
Climbs up to the lip,
Pulses his wings
A couple times, and then starts
Flying around the house.
He flies around all day,
But by sunset he’s exhausted
And he rests on the sink window
In the kitchen and looks
Longingly outside. I get
A drinking glass and a small
Square of cardboard. I place
The glass over the wasp
And give him a jiggle. He flies
Up to the bottom.
I slap on the cardboard.
The wasp
Buzzes and buzzes. I open
The courtyard door with my foot
And go outside.
I hold the glass upright.
The wasp
Dances on the rim a bit,
Gets his bearings, and flies away,
Drifting with a gust of wind,
Toward the huge maple tree.
Before long, night covers everything.