The small crater, with many insects crawling into and out of it.
So lightly they move, faster
Than can be expected from their tiny bodies.
Do they have feet except the feelers?
See how delicate are their glittering waists
That even the design in the post-dieting era may pirate the concept.
The two trains of dark brown float soundlessly
Like the headwater mirrors in the western plateau under the sunset,
Where ancient cattle graze ancient grasses in ancient winds.
Beholders are but trespassers. They go there
And see things; they may regard their act as witness,
But they are nothing, too short-lived to be trusted.
They only go there, that is all, and they do not come there.
The only difference they can hope to make is to destroy.
Aug. 20-21, 2014