Poem #35
A sonnet for Jonathan & Susie
Wasps and bees and huge bumblebees and all kinds of hefty flying beings buzz and cruise over the park’s sloping fields. Taken aback from the swarming crowds I’m inclined to retreat, but my fear melts in the morning sun and I dare to proceed wistfully thinking I’m not to their liking. I sit under a great carob tree, whose shade I share with a pair of grey collared doves; walking in tandem, their feet glistening lavender pink, they cock their heads taking me in and then go on pecking the ground circling me, never minding me, as if me being here is the most natural thing.
Hear,
Those hefty bees
Doppling past
Nectar-fuelled
Over grass
Manically praying
To the last.
Listen,
Gentle one
Through the cacophony
To the gentle love
Of the collared dove
Beneath the carob tree.
I love this poem. The shyness, the understanding, the acceptance, the busy-ness. The cacophony...then the calmness, the being seen, the easiness. Accepted by the natural order for being just you.
If that's me in the dedication, then I'm floored. And very grateful. (If not, then I'll get my coat, as the say:)
Those first three lines are stunning. Their feel bulbous and packed full of life and activity like a busy summers day. Its so good.