by Marina Ingrit

Several creatures dropped into my bowl as I was harvesting black currants last night.

First a jumping spider.

Then, soon after, this bumble bee.

Later, a yellow fuzzy caterpillar insisted on inching toward my hand even as I pulled away, repeatedly. Attempting to work around them.

You’ve got to be mindful of where you reach and grab.

This is what my garden is like, especially at the height of summer.


A multi-being organism. An orchestra of small creatures.

This is their home. I’m just a day visitor, more or less.

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