Home At Last
He stares at them for hours, transfixed,
watching the midsummer bees come and go
from their hidden hive. He wonders if they
ever stop to take a breath, dig the green,
watch the others come and go.
He remembers when his plate
was full, his agenda filled with
nothing of interest,
nothing but blather and busy-ness
and never a moment to breathe.
He regrets that he’d almost forgotten
about the benefits of sunlit bee-gazing;
regrets that he’d almost forgotten
everything.
But none of that matters anymore.
Now, all he ever has to do is
to sit on his morning porch,
sip his silent coffee,
enjoy the hive.
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Finally, the savouring of what really matters.
Wonderful. It’s important to take a moment to sit and watch, to find some calm amongst the busy-ness.
I believe that what you describe in the last stanza is commonly referred to as “doing nothing.” But to do it well is a skill that few master.
Au Contraire, Teach: The final stanza isn’t about “doing nothing”; it shows a man who can do 3 things simultaneously: sit, sip, & enjoy.
Isn’t it marvelous to look back on the busy-ness while enjoying a sit and sip!
Sounds good! Im never going to get there. Someone has put a busyness curse on me.
We need to give ourselves time to be amazed! There is more order than out-of-order.
very well said, enjoyed sitting and sipping with you this morning
Like you said Ron “sit sip and enjoy” good therapy of gratefulness, i think
Happy Sunday
Much💜love
What a lovely image comes to mind. I see myself there, closing my eyes and hearing the bees about their busy business. No one to interrupt and no where to be all day.
Enjoy the hive! Might be a mantra, a slogan …. and only the poets who enjoy your poetry could join the club!!!
That’s wonderful. It takes a wise man (or woman) who can enjoy the benefits of sit(ting) on his morning porch,
sip his silent coffee,
enjoy the hive.
When I first retired how good it was to do just what I wanted including sitting down and watching the garden for sheer pleasure.
Reminds me of that old poem? adage? story?: ‘Sometimes I just sits and thinks; and sometimes I just sits.’ An underrated activity.
I love the idea of bees taking a moment to breathe. Gorgeous.
Perfect. ❤
Bees are welcome to stop by at any time – I’ll try to remember to have a sip of my favorite beverage, stop and listen to what they say.
Thanks for the reminder