The sun is lingering high,
still so hot
to move is unbearable.
I can't stop watching the bees,
a tiny mass of clover
and them,
hanging on white petals, off the sides,
pulling down
furry and fast.
If I watch long enough
maybe one will land on me,
and weigh me down.
Does everybody get mesmerized when bugs crawl on them?
There's a gnat on my leg,
crawlin' around,
like a little unaware friend
that I didn't have to work for.
I feel like a fly on the wall,
observing
tiny movements and parts.
free entertainment.
I saw a show once where villagers trapped millions of gnats in nets
and then mushed them into patties
and cooked them over fire.
Gnat-burgers.
didn't look as bad as you'd think.
I'd rather just watch.
For a few seconds I get to be a living thing's surface,
not just a part of its world,
but maybe my own planet.
What if our planet is just as mesmerized by me?
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