Harboring: from the Lowlives Series

by Joanna Grant

 

Was it a ladybug, this little insect

I found somehow still clinging on

to the inside of my front window screen

when I finally returned to my lake house

I only see a few weeks out of each year,

and this a freezing January, and I long gone

since the August before? Was it a ladybug

I cupped in my hands and carried down

five flights, or was it that invasive species

I harbored, that lookalike beetle that supposedly

does us all harm in its red and black disguise?

Never mind. Whatever it was, I settled it

on a twig in the little front garden the groundskeeper

Helmer prepares each year for the long overwinter.

In fact, I think I want to remember it as beetle,

as unloved, unwelcome. To imagine it a nine days’

wonder, returning home to its own after having been

given up on for so long, so long away, with a strange

tale of giant, merciful hands, of its very own miracle,

its wild adventure in strange lands, its escape.

Joanna Grant is a Georgia native who has spent much of her life overseas, where she has studied or worked in England, Japan, Kuwait, Afghanistan, Djibouti, South Korea, Jordan, Bahrain, and Qatar. Being a professional expatriate has complicated her sense of home, just as it has for the American soldiers in her classes in deployed locations. Her work has appeared widely. Her most recent poetry collection is Adrift from Alien Buddha Press.