A Wild Trip
I drove 100 miles out of the city
to see bluebonnets in the wild,
only to find out they were all gone,
left the breeze for me to sigh with.
Red Indian paintbrushes were still abundant.
Maybe it's time to paint an early summer scene.
There were some forget-me-nots blossoming.
Their faded blue resembled the remote sky.
It was a bold message and a clear outcry
from the bluebonnets who had waited in vain.
Okay I get it. I am sorry I came so late.
Next year I won't forget you and will come early.
Just when I was about to leave,
I also saw a few touch-me-nots wavering in the draft.
I was tempted to touch them, but couldn't reach.
They were growing in a private property.
Somebody took them already.
I could only watch. Was this their wish?
If this was another message left by the bluebonnets,
it certainly confused me. Don't forget you,
but cannot touch you, it's really hard to do.
In the distance, a beekeeper was burning cattle dung
to smoke the bees and calm them down,
so he wouldn't get stung.
It seemed my heart got a sting though, causing
a bittersweet sensation spreading to the whole body.
The smoke was going up, up, and up
The sunlight was coming down, down, and down.
My mode was going up and down.
My thought was going far and beyond.
(2015.5)
