Even Bees Dream of Paris
Inspired by Sean Callahan’s art
Truth is plural, you said
My truth, your truth, theirs
All of us are right
But none wholly so
So today release the struggle
Sit on a dock, feel sun on your arms
Tops of your feet, rough wood
Below locks you in place
Each soul needs rest
even as its fancies buzz and
swirl toward their passions
and calls from God
Drink in a day, feel a stretch along a spine
acknowledge the body for what it allows
Each breath entering deeply
Salt air on your tongue