Sunday, Beautiful Sunday

... I have made my abode with the ladybugs
and they have chosen me as their guardian,
because the meek shall inherit the earth,
because I found one at rest in the porch
of my ear, because I did not harm the one
that spent the night under the deep ridge
of my collarbone, or the one that crossed
my knuckles like a ring seeking
the perfect finger.

from Nancy Willard, IN THE SALT MARSH, "The Ladybugs")
Photo copyright Andrew Goldblatt 1995-2001-ladybugs