Sometimes the things that are beautiful
are also terrible, horrible, awful (and awe-ful);
sometimes the things that are ugly
are strong, enduring, joyful, sure.
The praying mantis fills me
with simultaneous exhilaration
and fear, the beauty
of the small world
countered by its brutality.
(I shrink from her hinged body
as I shrink from the knowledge
that one day my hands will be bent
into unbearably mangled shapes.)
But life is brutal. And beautiful.
And—if we are open to it—full
of the unpredictable glistening of joy.
This post is part of the WEGO Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge (HAWMC). During the month of April I will be writing a daily blog post related to health and health activism, often inspired by or in response to a prompt. For more information on HAWMC, visit the WEGO Health blog.