Bee against the glass pane
Striving towards the light
Wearing herself down unaware
Of the open window beside
As she nears the pane's edge
Darkness befalls her over
Pull of the light and push of the dark
Keeps the bee struggling forever
A brief distraction away from the window
She circles aimlessly around the room
To finally return at the opportune window
Of freedom in the sunny world of bloom
On my brittle white porcelain plate
There are four painted red chillies
Sometimes they look bright and pretty
But most times just permanent scars
They lay today on my breakfast table
And on them I pour some maple syrup
So that albeit for only a few minutes
I draw some sweetness from the burn
In a world obsessed
With more and more
An act of resistance
Is to say 'enough'
To resign from the demands
Of peers and pop culture
Call it sustainability
Or plain old sanity
A delicious senility
Climate action
Social justice or
Just self care
Away from bright rectangles
Of all possible sizes
No bombardment
Of senseless ads
No gasping and drowning
In the information overload
Some lazy weekends
Doing nothing cool
No meat, no car
Fly less, buy less
Read, write, run
Plenty of naps
Fruits and veggies
Wee bit of schnapps
Books and bikes
Walks and hikes
Trains and trams
Local vacations
Flaneuring about
On small city streets
And untrodden trails
Not just consuming
Art and music
But yeah creating
Art and music
I try and I fail
Again and again
As I drag myself
Now from the grudges of the past
Then from the checklists of the future
When will I at last
Arrive at the present
To behold the beauty
That I've gotten used to
They say ignorance is bliss
I say knowing too well is a curse
Wrest yourself from its shackles
Lean into this very moment
With the curiosity of an empty cup
"One way to open your eyes to unnoticed beauty is to ask yourself, 'What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?" ~Rachel Carson
