A Bee in Early Afternoon

Zigzagging through air
he is assured in each movement
whether it's his own
buoyancy in the light
or the certainty that the light will shift.

Recovering

Returning from sickness
through corridors that arbitrate "you go down that way"
not all having to do with the size of some lymph nodes
nor the redness of a throat
but more to do with the wonder I feel
at seeing a budding maple on a gray afternoon.

Soaked

To be soaked unstintingly
in dun
or iridescence
and to not know from one moment to the next
the hues that will come.

Emerging

There is a world of unwashed dishes
and a well-used breakfast nook
holding onto its sunlight over morning tea.

In parallel are the half-forgotten fragments
now tended by the undusted self.

Engulf

In an embrace where you and I
shift endlessly in a timeless blur
I can no longer feel the difference between receiving and giving.

Nurturer

In the first round of hearing,
like the words caregiver, provider,
it rolls off the tongue with the usual blandness.

But in truths that come from dreams,
self-states that seem alien to one another
can finally conjoin as one.

Ambiguities

They meet in a tangle
in skeins that on a rare occasion
I could trace to a provenance
hidden but never gone
giving rise in a bed of uncertainty
to a new way of seeing.