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.