Their work is a helix
of holding patterns
A vexed blackhead on
a narrowing radar…. /
Eremocene
It is impossible to maintain
a rooted perspective –
Heraclitus observed
as he openly wept… /
An Untitled Insect
It once had a name -
by dint of those
orange-tipped wings -
and on my tongue's tip too -
a too-rare flitted hurdler
of garden hedges and fences
No one else cared
Such is our loss of simplicity
that even a vibrating bee's hum
seems misplaced - mechanical
Our . . .
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Bee
Their massed die-offs
are merely statistics
fixed by white-suited
pollinators
in huge trucks of profit
who are forever re-filling
their hired-out hives
between pollen buyers
and ramping-up bee prices
Colonies will collapse
under modern diseases -
by man-spread illnesses
and by slicings of . . .
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Comforts
A pint on a Monday - at lunchtime?
Things must be bad - Michael -
And so they are - but I only offer lies
above salted crumbs on my table -
small pieces - but shiftable boulders
to summer's soon-invigorated ants -
able to heft such burdens of others'
relative insignificance - of leftovers -
But . . .
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Insect Hunting
There was that microcosm
fixing my dawdled childhood
in which I centred myself
in a kneeled-to wondering …/