Bottom Heavy. Poem by Miki Byrne

All the leaves lie still.
Muted by heat
And the sky is a sheer blue with no edges,
Running on into forever.
Flowers raise stems and trumpets,
tongues and bonnets.
Turning to follow the sun.
Into this stumbles a Bee.
Bottom heavy in its improbable flight.
It plunges into a bright Nasturtium.
Wiggles momentarily then weaves away.
Buzzing drowsily in its intoxication.
Shadows begin to fall across the garden
and a cat stretches,
too drowsy to catch a passing fly.
The day shimmers. Passes slowly.
Into delicate shades of twilight.