i was waiting at the end of an aisle
watching you meandering among the plants
considering color and composition
touching the leaves and petals
as you moved from flower to flower
i stood there surrounded by lemon coral
shasta daisys, creeping phlox, pink and purple petunias
and our cart was full of black-eyed susans
a small bee landed on the back of my left hand
a tiny compliment to my skin
in the middle of all these blooming flowers
and so much pollen in the air
it looked around at the moles and tiny hairs
inspected a small scab
from clearing dead branches last weekend
then flew off again
the tiny sensation of its feet on my skin
then lifting away
sent a shimmer up my arm
i looked up and saw you again
an aisle of flowers away from me
and that shimmer ran across my chest
and up the back of my neck
out of everything else
beautiful and amazing
surrounding us in this world
that you landed on me.
