I HAD A BOX OF SILVER BEES

 

i had a box of silver bees

of all the things that worried me

into that box I put the things that sting

Pandora in reverse, mending a little, the universe

and locked the lock

stopped watching the clock

and went about with ease

in those times everyone was restless

everything was restless

silver bees in search of purple flowers

not to be found and fuming

and so I locked them away

all the things so soul consuming

and learned content

stopped counting how each day was spent

and learned to lean on God, small tree in the wind

to trust for the next blue sky

to eat my toast with no honey still feeling very sunny

to wake up dreamless and having given up all heartache

to learn to dream awake

and to dream the light.

mary angela douglas 21 april 2023