Alone with what is mine

I woke up too early. Probably before the hour.
Went walking towards the Sun because in the silence
it is the Sun that happens for hours in the morning.
Found in the floor a colorful beetle, lost, helpless
because turned upside down as if it came to existence
to be thrown, kicked around, left alone by the laws of order.
It stared at me with patience and prayed: "Oh, You, Huge,
please free me from the Great Outdoors,
exorcise the excess, let me be alone with what is mine.
I prefer to go on unnoticed."