August 11, 2015

still life with sunflowers

The bees were everywhere, zigzagging between rows.

It was impossible to contemplate the view, stand

motionless in the fray of such busyness, or angle in

for a better look. The noise of their work shook my camera,

the sting too close for comfort. But that, of course, 

is where the beauty is, a wing-flutter away, skin

bared to what might touch it. It would have been easier

to turn around, backtrack toward the car, set the frame

behind glass, and call that enough. But it wasn't.

It isn't.