The Fly

Home is a sanctuary

A safe place

A controlled environment

In which I can let go

Relax

Trust

A fly, uninvited buzzes in my living room

Unaware of the boundary breach,

It owns the place

Flying around, swirling, diving,

Landing on my knee

The violation

The irritation

The aggression

The murderous desire

A fly is stubborn

It refuses to move through the window

It likes the warmth of the kitchen

The sweetness of the counter

It rests on my screen

Doing acrobatics with its rear legs

Cleaning its wings

The multifaceted eyes

Scanning the environment

A marvel of engineering

Warming up in a ray of sun