Clear little meditative poem, Jill. I like it.
My view of time has just shifted - this afternnon I arrived home out of
hospital with my 3rd heart attack. I will value each hour more than ever!
Andrew
On 4 April 2018 at 16:55, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> I too, die each summer, which endures well into autumn these days, Jill. I
> like the series of time ruminations from moon to bee here. Also the sense
> of time ‘on display’ as it were.
>
> Bill
>
> On Wed, 4 Apr 2018 at 1:48 pm, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > Time Circles and Nectar
> >
> > What is time?
> > ‘We have to turn the clocks
> > back tonight.’
> > We gain an hour.
> > But we know we don’t.
> > Hours aren’t time.
> > I watch a bee on the paver.
> > I think it’s dying.
> > Its last day, last minute?
> > It turns and turns
> > time circles, death circles.
> >
> > Above there’s a daylight moon
> > near full. It’s been there
> > a long time, hanging around space.
> > Moon time and bee time
> > are different and the same.
> > When your time’s up, it’s up.
> > Up till now the year
> > has been tiring.
> >
> > ‘The light looks different
> > in winter.’ It does but how.
> > Lower, softer maybe.
> > Or mellow and aching.
> > They say it’s to be
> > a warm dry autumn
> > then a cold winter.
> > It’s time it rained
> > so ground can be more
> > subtle, our skins
> > more tender.
> >
> > We’ve remade the garden
> > so our plants can tolerate
> > drought. So they’re less
> > like dying paper.
> > I’ve lived all my life
> > on this old dry continent.
> > I still can’t tolerate drought.
> > I die each summer.
> > We got rid of most of
> > the exotics, the plants
> > of the north. Roses were
> > never sensible, only beautiful
> > within that sensual breath
> > so lush and transient.
> >
> > I watch the bee.
> > It’s a native bee.
> > All bees love the nectar
> > whether rose nectar
> > callistemon nectar
> > gum nectar, apricot nectar
> > It’s all sweet like
> > the thought of time.
> > No, that’s bittersweet.
> > It never stops. One day
> > I will stop hanging round
> > here.
> >
> > I see time’s wave, shivering
> > up there in gum leaves
> > feel its particles compress
> > under my feet near where
> > the bee moves.
> > They’re predicting another
> > cyclone in the Top End
> > and ex-Tropical Cyclone Iris
> > is still mashing
> > Queensland beaches.
> > While down here
> > around me, I almost believe
> > I can smell the bush’s
> > old honey, the lost strains
> > of rose petal, the life cycle
> > of eucalypt sap.
> > I leave the bee to what
> > continues to happen.
> >
> > ________________________
> > Jill Jones
> > www.jilljones.com.au
> >
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> >
> >
> >
>
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Andrew
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