Hydrangea

Watching the hydrangeas at length, I was convinced they were able to concentrate. I thought a voice off to our left might be explaining how to absorb light and become like a hundred suns. The crowd of them, I realized, were bowing their heads to help focus, and this caused the ground to shift, and something in me to cloud over, to cold-boil, like a tablet dropped into still water kept bedside for years.