A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
Do not step into a nest of hornets
and not expect to be stung
by something with pointed ears
and shrieking “it’s my nest, my nest”!
Much better to listen to the birds
in dark green trees,
watch rhododendrons unfolding
as they do
when the sky is deep blue
and there are songs everywhere.
One hornet’s nest will produce another
with bigger stingers and maybe
a few improvised bombs.
Would you rather dance between
the mines or with the ones who love?
Easy choice for me.
Copyright 2017 Carolyn Gregory