mantis clings to a tenuous thing
curls and peels, the void between,
buffeted by winds unseen,
he tilts his gaze beneath the screen.
does he know silence
is the mark of queen,
courageous in her modesty?
brave, she enters the fray alone,
simply choosing not to make it
for there he gathers a spiritual harem,
to do the work of his inner women.
energy knows no privacy once heard
like he is,
a mirror of her.
it is the Soul that keeps her free,
for she has the younger elders to lead.
deeper work remains to be done
with the intimate rays of an Infinite Sun.
for the darkness
which is no longer feared,
will swiftly come to disappear.
everything works both ways
© M.G. Iannucci 2018
Photo is mine, the Mantis who decided to join me for morning coffee.