a long earthworm meandered out of the irises onto the concrete.
Knowing that they can drowned like the rest of us breathers,
I did not interfere, only watched.
In my time that has been much longer than the life span of a worm (so far),
I have seen many wriggle upon concrete
only to die away from native earth and dry in the sun.
This one made it several feet away from the soaked ground
only to stiffen a little and reverse its course back to moisture.
As it turned back, it lost the way
and moved closer to the bricks of the house.
From my point of view, it seemed confused.
Do I help it or let choice take its course?
For a time it sought shelter in a crack between the concrete and the bricks,
but was too large to fit.
It gave up and moved on, the concrete drawing away the water from its body.
The trail it left glistened. Then it turned and moved back toward the rain.
A question of conscience arose. Knowing that higher ground was so near,
do I help?
If it received help, would it expect the same help in the future?
What if I wasn’t near?
Is there something above me watching with the same conundrum?