BEE - YOND BELIEF

The change in the weather is unbelievable.  The bees seem as frantic as I am to make the most of it.  I've been hoeing and planting out cuttings and seedlings. And being kept company, although I do not live alone:

It happens to those
who live alone
that they feel sure
of visitors
when no one else 
is there.
until the one day
and the one particular 
hour
working in the
quiet garden,
when they realize
at once
that all along
they have been
an invitation
to everything
and every kind of trouble
and that life 
happens by
to those who 
inhabit 
silence
like the bees 
visiting
the tall mallow
on their legs of gold,
or the wasps
going from door to door
in the tall forest
of the daisies.
I have my freedom 
today
because nothing
really happened
and nobody came 
to see me,
only the slow
growing of the garden
in the summer heat
and the silence of that
unborn life
making itself 
known at my desk,
my hands 
still 
dark
with the crumbling
soil
as I write
and watch
the first lines
of a new poem
like flowers
of scarlet fire
coming to fullness
in a clear light.
...
‘It Happens to Those Who Live Alone’
From The House of Belonging
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press



Dentist this morning. Always nice to get a clean bill of health.