Pollen Parade
Posted June 23, 2007
This droning of bees is paralyzing me
And my ears are ringing softly but are ringing nonetheless
Silent and strong and but a shape against the sun
So they carry me away
But I am not afraid
Ascending and ascending still
We say hello to the same sky at home
He is vast and monochrome, as he was yesterday
We don't bother with names and occupations
We know him well enough to say he'll sit in his expanse of blue
Enveloped in the darkest fog floating nowhere but everywhere
We will get there friends, we will
The wind is with us
Following behind us
He is just another in this euphoric parade
So we drift together
Resounding as we climb
I recall not another looming song for hours
The shadows we cast call our earthen friends out
And they watch us from below
And they chase us like clouds
Bodies of water lie still and ponder
While others are restlessly sprinting for the sea
I can hear the sparrows mumbling among themselves
And below them, I watch the trees pass far beneath my feet
This world is nothing but watercolors
We collide with canvas and embrace these brilliant hues
Stitchwork fields are endless quilts of earth
That are still being sewn seemingly miles below
They keep the ground from catching colds
Every patch laid proud with polarity
This incessant humming is singing me numb
And this afternoon sleep is lovely to me
When I awake, I am sun-warmed in the grass
Pollen marching across the sky
Everything is silent
