Never arriving at a vantage, you must go further, further East
I, however, found a school garden
Bees rambling amongst the English lavender, wormwood, clary sage, flamevine, oregano, weeds
And untended compost bins breeding flies
Summer neglect; school is starting this week
“The traffic will be crazy” they say, with kids back riding the bus, and all the parents chauffeuring
It’s a rhythm each year, navigating the beginnings, the anticipation knotting in your stomach
Grief succoring in my waking darkness
To long for something deeply
Must mean something; a growing attachment, blossoming with hope,
I tell the drifting bee of my West-ward longing
What is life but darkness before chasing the rising.
