the showering firefly

got into the shower
as he’d done a million
times before &
down below in the bottom
o’er where the tub meets
the floor,
there was a
black bug making its
way to crawl up the man’s
leg,
and for a minute
(before squashing it) he
hesitated, rather than
stomp him away---
he wondered just how
long that bug’d been
roaming round the tub,
he wondered how much
longer that bug thought
he had to go,
he deliberated that bug’s
usefulness in the “greater
scheme of things,”
while at the same time
excogitating his own
complete lack of meaning &
so rather than crush
out that bug’s last breath
of life,
he made the effort to avoid
him
whilst scrubbing &
shampooing that night.