22. Life Nectar

Life Nectar

There is a whisper

That I can hear

If I am still long enough.

Better to be heard

Accompanied

By punctuating

Birdsong,

Muddy shoes,

And hair tucked

Behind straining,

Open ears.

Better to be caught

When studying the

Massive, grand

And prairie-

Tale fairies' tale

Hidden in a blade

Of grass.

Better to be

Understood

By my body.

This voice

Whispers relentlessly

Of the awesomeness,

Of the grand reality

Of sitting

Still,

Under the trees.

This voice

Has Child Hannah

Humming

Of bees

And life nectar.

(This image was taken of me smoking a pipe in the sunset when I was about 15, under my favourite tree).