a summer walk
I'm adrift in a weeded community looking up to the blue sky, cotton white clouds. I feel a cool, summer breeze wash my face. A tick climbs from this forest of color I'm immersed in and latches to my thigh like a child to a tree.
Walking with the sun to my left shoulder now. I've turned to see a salted bumblebee on a partially bloomed teasel. Its tasting purple sweetness along its circumference. I've bent down to meet the bumblebee on its clockwise rotation, closing this chasm between us. It engages me for a moment before continuing its work beneath the midday sun.