On a summer day

While harvesting the first sunflower seeds
I felt the shyest tickle on my arm
As if the smallest creature in the world
Wanted me to pay attention to it

 And it was so – a centimeter-worm
Whose dream was to be an inchworm someday
Arching its little green self in a dance
Of nature: “Look at me too!” was its theme

 And when its adagio was complete

 I politely bowed the worm-in-training
Stage right onto a refreshing tomato leaf

 On a summer day