Brush


Always a wild openness

to the left and right of our path,

a humming in the high grasses.

What is it holds us to our course?

A pagan recklessness in my past

makes me conservative.

Today when I was reading on the balcony

a bee buzzed my knuckle, close enough

for me to feel the wind of his wings,

and all day long I have gone on feeling

the wind of those wings.

from Robyn Sarah’s Pause for Breath, Biblioasis, 2009

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