Stillness

And in the fog of stillness, where we see and hear so little:
«Do you realize how we are all chasing something in here?
The race can wear us down, yet arouse us.»
Bees and their somnambulism,
With their burden of pollen
Chasing flowers
Who love their sweetness to be taken
Over and over
Both become more and more sated
As long as
The sun allows
So many times,
It may sometimes be nearly enough.

Collaboration with Jim Musics