“I Sit Here, Watching” by Aaron McCarthy: Aftab Poetry Runner-up
I Sit Here, Watching
I sit here,
Watching,
Watching.
Chrysali open,
Open,
Victims of their own emergence.
The waves whip against the rocks,
Biting,
Biting,
But the rocks do not move.
The fernery is grazed,
Abolished by its master.
I sit here,
Watching,
Watching,
And then I fall.