Life and Death
Even a cockroach gets to live.
We all make decisions about life and death.
As a child, I would flood the largest anthill in our yard,
totally flood it.
It would shrink for a day or two,
but then come back stronger,
a bigger mound,
flying in my face.
If the cockroach had crossed my path,
I would have stomped on it,
but it took a circuitous route.
It avoided death.
It was big.
But I don’t kill things bigger than that,
like frogs or toads,
croaking and hopping across my path,
so why should I kill the roach?
Now I let ants live, for the most part.
Sometimes I choose to flick a mosquito,
instead of smashing it against my arm,
even if it has filled its sac with my blood.
I don’t know if it’s consideration for karma,
or the cycle of life,
or my inevitable adjustment in older age.
Life is life.
Even cockroaches deserve to carry on.