If you follow a bee,
my friend says, it will lead you
to water. Suddenly
I have never been
so thirsty. I have spent
too much time living
close to the water
without drinking.
I have spent too many hours
not following bees.
I have my excuses—
all the ways I like
to appear busy-ish—
but they all have the same
stale scent excuses always have.
In the tombs of Egypt,
they found honey,
perfectly preserved.
Some things keep.
I look at my dry hands.
Some things have only
so much time.
I do so love those last four lines, as closing they shine! And that detail from Egyptian tombs — three lines – does much to ground the poem in the world, to slip ever-so delicately away from the personal. When your hands emerge at the end I can still feel the dryness of the tomb.
I suggest you join “stale-sense” with a dash to make the line more easily understood.
Oops… sorry; I just realized I misread that line…. ignore my suggestion above 😒
🙂
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Thursday, July 16, 2015 at 10:40 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “So Thirsty”
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