"Overpacking"
You told yourself you were leaving for
ten days,
Though you packed enough for
ten years.
What were you thinking?
You look at bees and think
they're Doing,
When for all we know they're really
just Being.
You wish you could trade your
fears and probable tears
For the uncertain certainty of
Activity.
Trust, and be patient.
Surrender to waiting arms of
Beauty and Grace.
Don't bother chasing the Beloved,
She's already made
your favorite tea...
August 2004
