"Selection"

"Selection"

Outstretched, I am open.
You come into my purview.
And, already, and, in defiance of logic,
I am waiting for you.

Humming throughout the field,
Hither and thither you fly—
I know your kind can fly backwards—
Wandering, but still searching, for that one.

I observe you,
Craving that sweet nectar.
Why is it that you fly to those
Whose pedals are closed?
Why are you drawn to those
Who refuse to feed you?

I observe you.
I am waiting.
I am open—
To you, for you.

Do you not see that I am open?
And waiting?
For you?

I observe you,
I bend in your direction.

I am waiting.

I will wait.

Until my pedals, too, close.