Right in the Eye
under a voluminous lilac
a pair of hummingbirds vault
then drop
and leap again
like lunatic weights
of a pendulum clock
all the while
keeping an eye intently
on each other
seeming never
to see me at all
sometimes I think a hawk
from his distant perch
might return my gaze
fleets of swifts or swallows
gangs of crows
chesty robins
officious strutting pigeons
an occasional quail
none of them
looks me in the eye
staring at a daisy’s open face
or a tiger lily or the many
in clusters and bunches
blossom to blossom
I can almost wonder
probably not
yesterday I watched a bee
in furry yellow jacket
devote itself
to a red clover
swaying
with the slight breeze
staying
as though
and all the butterflies
yellow moths and white
noisy little flies and bugs
visiting hayfield flowers
as though
no
not likely