Ladybug Luck

I saw a ladybug this milky afternoon,

Crawling on the strings of my curtains.

Then, on the edge of the blinds, it moseyed.

Occasionally, failing to the bottom of the window,

But, with grace, persevering to its previous geography

With the advice of its hidden wings-

The wings that hide splashed me with hope;

Though I have fallen seven times,

Blessed am I to fly.

So, it disappeared, accomplished, unabashed

From the fallow lush of my wants.

I saw a ladybug this milky afternoon,

Crawling on the strings of my curtains.

It kept me living.