Big River (Little Bug)

The wasp stops lightly on a blade that
dips down into the river.
The Rio Grande.
It's about as big as the creek I used to play in.
Anyway, I'm watching the wasp as it follows the blade's curve
down to the water's breath.
It reminds me I was terrorizing a poem. What for?
Some people just want words; anyway you put them on a page.
I'm fine with that. I turn the page over.