black fly

without friend,
or anyone
it seems, to join
him on his flight,
with veined webbed
wings in a constant
state of confusion
and buzz, getting
in and getting out,
of spaces narrow,
wide or tight.
going where, it
appears, even he
doesn't know, or
why, or have even
the slightest clue
to the meaning
of his life, and
this despite his
strange all seeing
eyes. he has no
visible virtues
that i can see,
but his persistence
for survival has
a certain charm,
and at least
for now will keep
him alive, as you
open a window and
swat him towards
another place,
another light,
whether wrong or
right, who knows.