Ya No Quiere Caminar

a black caterpillar
crossing the highway

la cucaracha
ya no quiere caminar

we as humans
think lowly of the hairy creature

we can not see
its grandiose plan

we think of its life
as aimless meaningless

lifting its head in the air
we call it reflex

we do not see
its minute thoughts

the lengths to which
it aspires

its million-year-old goal
just across the highway

while us, us…
our cucaracha

ya no quiere
caminar