Beyond the window shade, shadows
        shift, shapes bend

Sting, antennae, wing veins, twitching
        abdomen

I try to decide on which side
        the wasp crawls

The silhouette flips as it slips
        through a hole

On the screen
    the wasp draws itself
        awkward lines

3 Things About This Poem

1. I started writing this poem over eight years ago.
2. It ends in a haiku and so is something like a haibun.
3. If you like you may draw parallels to Plato’s allegory of the cave. Go ahead.