Today, I fell in love

With a moth;

Small and brown.

A pale and helpless triangle,

As it lay upturned on the bottom of a pan.

It grappled and struggled with six legs and antennae flailing

Whilst the very things which gave her flight,

Bore her down, damp and stuck.

I saw in her, myself.

And as I released her from her prison of confusion and fear,

And watched her rest and catch her breath,

I asked myself, “what did she believe had just occurred?”

For when I fell in love with her,

She became my miracle

And I became hers.