Some particles you think are salvageable
Small living things with internal regulators
The ones that were underground
Are in your back yard, now
Climbing all your trees like new insects
Shedding chitinous shells and expecting to fly

Perhaps they see you as a brightly colored male bird
Or a stark poem about the sky
While they shine in the grass and in the trees,
You can’t know what they are
But if you lean out the back door and talk to them, finally
You can pet them softly and prepare little boxes.