Bless Yourself - November 2010

Graffiti on a billboard in Queens:

Bless yourself.

I wrote the words down.

 

Once I talked

to a farmer who kept bees:

seven hives behind

his apple trees; the farmer stuttered

when he talked about

what the bees made:

honey

honey

a word he

almost

could not say.

 

Sweetness,

the hope of it,

the fact of it,

confounds.

 

Hard to bless

ourselves.

Harder

to let ourselves

be blessed.

 

Still.

All this light.

Coming down.

 

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