Angela, reading a poem
by Jeanie Tomasko
Watch the bee work the wild roses in June, how she sips from the deep cups
with her slow straw, how she gathers pollen on her small, black legs,
how she flies off, drunk on gold.
There is the slightest pause before water wraps around stone. You, too, must learn
to bow. Watch the monks from Tibet tap colored sand to make the mandala.
The aim of the hummingbird is quick and precise.
The trudge of the turtle, heavy with eggs, is also precise.
Have you seen a fly-fisherman sail his line back and forth, back and forth,
then straight to the mouth of the shy brook trout?
Have you done, one thing in your life, carefully?
The flute of the wood thrush is washed and clean. Listen.
The poet, too, believes each word is a chance at passion.
originally published in Free Verse, Issue #91, 2007
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