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It’s hot and dry.
Watering the plants in the
front yard, I watch bumblebees
work through flower blossoms—
seasonal laborers in a floral orchard.
I don’t disturb them with the water.
It’s fascinating to witness.
They caress each blossom—every one!
Pausing my urgent, wheel-spinning
thoughts to watch this happen,
I sense a deep mystery.
At last—one plant emptied—
these unknowable creatures
hover off to the next,
beginning again.
© by David M. Tookey.
Used here with the author's permission.
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David M. Tookey is a retired elementary school teacher who lives in Washington state. He's grateful for time spent with family and enjoys reading, writing, baking, walking, hiking, and cycling. David believes the most reliable way to find inspiration for poems is to always
pay attention to things, especially the little things.
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CamilleBalla:
Thank you for showing me how to notice the bees when I?m watering the garden or sitting outside, thus bringing me into the present moment instead of thinking about my to-do list or whatever else.
Posted 06/02/2019 10:23 PM
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michael escoubas:
How important it is, David, to do as you show in your poem; press the pause button and appreciate simple, yet important mysteries.
Posted 06/02/2019 05:16 PM
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BAMars:
I love this. I need to get back to that childlike appreciation of the mystery. I miss taking my kids on college tours! Have fun!
Posted 06/02/2019 03:38 PM
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TheSilverOne:
Beautiful poem....reminding one to pay attention to the small things around us.
Posted 06/02/2019 09:31 AM
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