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.
>
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> Jill Jones
> www.jilljones.com.au
>
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