Bumbling through it all April 16, 2024
Bumble bees bumble through the patch of dandelions
Like black and yellow striped buffalo
Their backs saturated with the pollen they’ve collected
From dipping into the herd flowers before they go to seed,
Each landing is like a kiss, from which each bee rises
More heavily burdened, thick with a sense of purpose,
Lazy-looking, yet not lazy, like little balloons
Inspired by the stark sunlight spring has brought,
This tenderness, this act of love, part of a ritual
That brings on rebirth each year, with me in the middle of
it,
To watch and accept what life brings, to love and be loved,
To tenderly touch the deepest places and yet not harm,
Each thrust of love probing deep into the soul
Them and me.
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