Life festers and is born from balled up dung
the beetle rolls into her den.
The image, corporeal, and lowly
is lifted to the heavens
by Egyptians praising the sun god Ra.
The Nile dwellers saw in the sacred beetle, transformation of bodies and souls
as Ra rolled across the day’s sky.
I see your hand roll across the page
transforming ideas into poetry,
words into magic…lifting the communicative construct
into crepuscular wonderment.