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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