Singing the Victories of Bees

 

(for Terrence Joyce – thinking of the earth and your elephant painting)

 

Poets in brutal times

Farmers when fields blow by

Dust unto dust

and ice bear can’t go home.

Dispatch from lost Arcadia:

“The marsh is full with birds!”

But this is the scorching day of now.

Remember poems of daffodils?

Nor can I, riders on the storm.

Nor can I.

We are poets in brutal times

Aware of the closeness of ledges

“The news is bad from here.”

But try – anyway — we will try

To write again of laughter,

the shouldering of hoes,

and flinging wide the seed … anyhow

Remind you if we can

of clean rain and

future victories of the bees.

 

–RRC 2017