Caterpillars are always lonely

step
step
step
after
step
step
step.
 
crossing the bridge
is my least favorite part
but it doesn't matter as much
when you have no where
to go.
 
the beer cans will be kicked
and i'll distress
over why
i couldn't have emptied them.
 
then i want to yell
some obscenity because there
is a fucking caterpillar
trying to cross the bridge too.
 
it wouldn't have mattered as much
but the poor guy
was more likely
to be hit by a car
than me.
 
i wonder if he knew.
he was probably more content
with knowing
that there was a better world
on the other side.
 
i found a leaf
and gently put him there
and placed it as far away from the ledge
as i could
 
then kept walking.