His answer was 'Man'.
At Oedipus junction a fig tree grows
and there the tent-worms weave.
I've studied these worms for years:
those embattled limbs
how the squirrels avoid the worms
how the birds, even the jeering jay
avoid the worms
The figs refuse to fall.
They don't fall--or can't--they cling.
Though the gods shake the tree--they cling.
Though the run ripens them mercilessly--they cling.
They cling until the worms surround them;
Cut-off from the light, they fall.