“There’s an earthworm in the house, and its bleeding!”
My 10-year old calls out this morning.
So what, I think to myself, yet another earthworm.
I continue my sweeping, undeterred.
“It’s bleeding so much.” he cries in a pained voice.
I don’t respond, and then my sweeping brings me to that spot –
A trail of thin red blood, as if from a cut on a human finger.
I am surprised at the redness.
“Take it back to the earth,” his father says,”he will survive.”
Thus begins the rescue mission – a paper placed in its path,
The worm creeps slowly onto it, turning the paper red;
My son waits patiently for the worm to settle on its magic carpet,
Then gently picks the paper up, carries it outside slowly,
Places it in the mud in the garden, hoping it survives at home.
My son returns and washes his hands.
I have a string of instructions for him –
But I pause, and stare at the blood trail;
I remember it’s important sometimes
To take a moment
To give life a chance