Cucumber Beetle rides the Zinnia.
Not sure if its a Cucumber Beetle because of what it eats or its general color, though it looks kind of like a Gentlemanbug, in complimentary attire.
Ps. Starting Oct 1, look for a pic a day, here an on Flickr.
Don’t hear me wrong:
But how do You hold humming birds
aloft, or blow
across the azure skies –
Even as the panther pounces
Even as a baby bounces – in his little bounce machine
Even as -- 200 feet of flying tube
a deafening array
of steel and boiled blood?
I would have thought
the Universe should flicker
Like a drain upon the sun,
I would have thought the birds would drop
like tar from the sky –
I would have thought to hear each
lag behind the mouth with tape d e l a y.
And, I shouldn’t have been shaken
if electrons died.
this ability of yours
the hear one mother giving birth
another broken in a smash of glass and heat
600 mph to 2, in a blink
I know this feeling can’t be new,
Moms have pulled their sons
by the tons from ovens, cars, and rivers
or this foul aftermath of war ..
And yet the flowers bloom.
And lovers kiss a world away,
in the heat of your blessing.
And stupid children laugh.
I have played these games before.
Once there were too many starsfor my local God.
Ten-thousand stars is one thing,but what about ten billion
in my cluster, with some billion clusters more.
I doubted You, but found
You grew bigger than my doubts,
And I swooned beneath the breadth of Your enormity.
But Lord, do you mean to stretch
my mind, till there is nothing left to stretch?
I like my lines of pleasure, clean
against the evil world –
But they are swirled and jabbed and glued
and I must close down now
Or find You bigger still, till
I have no place
left to hold You …
So will you please hold me?
So, here we have it. I want to share with you a world. I want to tell you that the world is at once an unapproachable glory, the outlands of heaven in our midst. I want to tell you that the world is alive with ongoing miracle and that the trees are like hard seaweed on the bottom of the Numa Sea . (Where did that come from?) I want too, to tell you that the thing is broken, the world has veered, and the code has been rewritten. I want you to sell your car or house, Finally, I want them to tear down the World Trade Centers… or better yet, convert them into apartments for the poor, or if not that, build some huge barn between them and make them into the front spires of a very grand cathedral.
From the Journals of the Kirk--Why do I take pictures 1985