The Me-ness of Me

Unremarked in fallowest fields one thing
With picky panache
Silhouettes the solitary bug
Pivoting its spectral hues in yellower grass;
One thing darts an engulfing eye
Upon the minor life mimicking the swells
Motioning the ups-a-daisies and downs
With ups and downs of its own, internal candor
—Insect in a day most nearly over.

One thing, one eye
Glances.