I watched a bumblebee
in the paloverde tree
sampling sugars from small yellow flowers.
And for a while
there was no history
except as regarded the lineage of the bee.
March 15, 2022 (rediscovered 2024)
By Jean O'Sullivan - Observe Your World - Say Something! If you don't pay attention, you can easily be fooled. There's a sucker born every minute, don't let it be you. The invisible landscape of the soul shapes the visible landscape of the world. Make your contribution in concert with a clear conscience and a compassionate heart.
I watched a bumblebee
in the paloverde tree
sampling sugars from small yellow flowers.
And for a while
there was no history
except as regarded the lineage of the bee.
March 15, 2022 (rediscovered 2024)
A casual coffee meeting for a job candidate, get to know you kind of gathering.
We started talking about names, and how three men in the office are named John, well, one is a Jonathan.
Somehow the question of Beatles' names came up:
"Yes," said one person, "there is a John... I don't know the rest. Wait: is Ringo one of them?"
Cognitive dissonance
How old am I?
One of the other Johns, a week older than I,
we made eye contact checking our internal calendars
for historical structure and context:
Are we set in another column now?
How could the Beatles not have carried over?
They made guesses at the other Beatles' names.
John said, "...Paul... ..." which led them to...
naming the Spice Girls.
I exclaimed:
"George Harrison!"
(There is no comparison).
"Georrrrge..." one said; the name had struck a familiar chord.
The madness of this world aside,
the plastic and the politics and the
unrest and forced emigrations and the
hashtag me too men and the
murderers and the
people taking selfies with wild zoo animals and getting mini-mauled and the
dictators and there
is a lot to know about this world
and much to keep track of
and history to know.
Children, listen.
Once in a great while,
chance meetings can make
relationships that fall into place
with such grace
as to bring something wonderful
beyond measure.
March 11, 2019, rediscovered 2024
what is that funny sound
crackling against the pane
it taps in rapid staccato
what phenomenon? It's the rain!
It seems that I forget it happens
between dry lengths of day to days
and even as the clouds gather
habitual thinking says
expect nothing. So joy ensues
when the song begins--
clapping introduction to a hymn
of falling, refreshing
rain.
Let the
soothing
soak
in.
(From the Found Poetry collection, From March 3, 2021)