“Want to know a fact?” my young grandson asked,
and without waiting for me to respond, added,
“Bees can’t fly in the rain.” Later I looked up online
if that’s true. It actually is. Even a single raindrop
can knock a bee out of the air or damage its wings.
Bees very sensibly stay in the hive when it rains.
I’m neither steadfast nor brave. My life is ordinary
to the point of dreariness. But given the chance,
I for one might risk the rain to bask inside a flower.
Howie Good's latest poetry collection, True Crime, was published by Sacred Parasite in Berlin this year.
“My life is ordinary to the point of dreariness.” From my end, your life appears anything but “ordinary.” But you have me thinking, you have me reflecting.
ReplyDelete“… ordinary to the point of dreariness”…if Howie feels that way I think that it’ll pass like rainstorms or the clouds that bring them… he’s always had a creative and passionate mind…
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