The bees seemed not to notice me
but I could hear their thrumming
from the high branches of the willow tree
---or from the switches littering the lawn?
I couldn’t tell; the drumming seemed
to come from the air itself.
The limb had fallen
so heavily it trenched the earth.
Patches of lichen big as my hand
collaged on the bark with delicate moss
the dark green of fir trees.
And the bees, vibrating.