Bumble Bee

Revealing the unity
of all things,
touching a daffodil here,
a forget-me-not there,
lost in a rabbit hole
then zooming from blade to tree top —
a bird/beast,
weightless and hairily cumbersome,
a carpeted feather
struggling to ride on air,
forge out a fresh route
to the desired.
From pause to pause
it moves like thought,
the appraised left quickly
for the pristine,
with sudden aerial swerves
or close-to-the-ground
surveilance of detail…
Attired in the sumptuous
discretion of velvet,
it alights from nothingness
to gather tiny fruits of knowledge—
busy and meditative,
its voice a soft black hum
banded with gold.