Following the path of bees,
of roots, I find myself wordless –
voices of instruction silenced,
the work at hand teaching
with the tools it finds in me:
fascination, patience,
admiration, willingness  –
these things that render me able
to ride the lesson through its bends and lurches
into the next moment

And I consider:
many are eager to instruct,
but they can only help me
when I have this attitude  –
can only pull me forward
when I stand in the present intelligence
that everything here reflects.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2023