I too visit the bee-eyed lavender
not to join their vertical bee-walk
but to watch the eyeballs meander
and match themselves to the purple stalks.
the stormclouds are taking a while to break
and might never burst - least not in this place.
meantime this small world slowly shakes
the evening’s heat - that will leave no trace
once deep draught cloud passes overhead
on a foot of cold gust. there are scales
in that plant for weighing bumble bee tread
and storm breath alike - till stamped on by hail
and doused in deluge - the cloud’s balances
upset the lavender’s phalanxes.
9 July 2021