And God created jam jars

In that one

with the gold lid

stabbed by the kitchen scissors

there are unnameable leaves and some grass.

 

He is sleeping now,

the furry caterpillar that is happy

to walk your finger

and the green sticky one.

that plays bridges

is hiding, too.

Where the glass thickens

at the bottom

a magnified beetle in three parts

shiny black with wicked pinchers

goes round and round.

 

I have finished the jam

in this other jar.

I shall make a lid for it with paper

and a rubber band

and fill it with grasshoppers.

 

It is good having light in the daytime.

You can see them better

and make them hop.

 

On Daytime Five I shall let

the waters bring forth abundantly

and introduce frogspawn.