humans hang by their skins
& watch weeds in front of the lake
criss-cross into view,
with no wind the air is
a mechanism for them.
& insects bop and puncture the scene.
There are no masters here,
only a methodic game of interaction.
this field is no small chest,
& there is no beating center.
patience does not have to stand
on the hill & dole out
the frequency of movements.

About the poet: Guy R. Beining has had 6 poetry books and 25 chapbooks published and his work has appeared in 7 anthologies. His work has recently appeared in ep;phany, Perspective ( Germany ), New Orleans Review and The New Review of Literature.