An Insect as Jesus

From the corner of my eye,
I see a mosquito standing
on the still water of the lake.
I envy the insect for its
competence to copy Jesus
and stand where I would collapse.

Then a fish swiftly swallows
the insect into its wide maw.
Now, I sit alone in my boat
silent with a sarcastic smile,
glad to not be a mosquito
and glad to not be Jesus.