Journal

A bee jumped in my journal today, searching

            frantically on a blank page.

I tried to explain that day hadn’t arrived, yet.

            That tomorrow was hours in the future

            empty lines waiting to be filled.

Bee, buzz a lifetime from bud to bud

            pollinating tirelessly as you search of the contents

of your work’s fruit.  Your job is sweetness

but do you ever stop to let the blank

lines stand witness to your day?

In my journey I wish to work filling

            others with honey, giving life to flowers

as I travel.  But at times along the way,

            I will stop to take a sniff,

            to drink in, to savor, to touch, to listen,

            for no  one else but my own self.

July 16, 1993

Pantanal, Brazil

Elena Huegel