Shard

Sometimes, little beetle,
You’re exploring. You’re not
Finding anything? Well,

Then just keep recording.
We will watch you. We will
Talk about you, your shell,

Your little dome of wings,
Your casing and escape,
Muscular thinking thing,

Glossy, iridescent
Bead in the morning sun,
So weirdly attractive

For something that doesn’t
Want to be seen, only
Wants to find things, something

Crawling through the morning,
When you could fly, you could.
Look how random you seem,

Hungry, blue-green beetle
Circling your yellow star,
Spinning thinking being.