The Bhringi Wasp Hums
by
Radiance Angelina Petro
The bhringi wasp hums
to its stung-dead prey.
The moonbird gives darshan
to the frogs. The heron
shakes its wings, and feathers lift
into the night sky, like
dandelion seeds on the wind.
Someone started a fire
by the creek that you think
is put out, but every time you go near,
it flames up again. All night
simran drifts through the trees
arranging its syllables
into songs.
I lived short-sited and fickle—always
afraid—but with a touch
of imagination. The humming
is stirring me awake.
The feelers tremble over
my body– fanning it alive.