to the centipede in my bathroom

photo and origami credit

You crawled through the Devonian,
and out from under the sink

feathered like a moth's
antennae,
striped and leggy

you pour over the edges and corners

I think of
a shrimp,
delicately constructed
like tissue-paper origami

to sit on the pastic splashboard,
having circled the remains
of toothpaste and paint
to hover under the ledge of the medicine
cabinet.

Out of prehistory
into the now,
a quicksilver fossil
made of liquid and light.

This post is a part of my attempt to write a post every day in November. So far so good.