Sitting on the side
of the pool
I noticed a wasp
in the water,
struggling to gain
his wings.
I watched for a moment,
soon realizing
that he was
getting nowhere.
How does one,
 afraid of the sting,
save a frantic stinger?
By carefully lifting him
from the water,
hands cupped
fingers slightly
 crossed.
I imagined him
buzzing his thanks
as he took to the sky,
and left me standing
in the shallow blue.