Hi friends.
I’ve been writing bits of poetry and prose since adolescence, but have never shared with the world. Beyond the decision to begin sharing more, I’m not going to explain much further. It feels very vulnerable, but my hope is that this creative practice becomes more entangled in the broader body of my work. So here we go!
– Joel
Morning Bees
I'm watching the bees
Fly from flower to flower
Treading velvet petals
Seeking that nectar that
Is liquid sun
And I'm struck by the
Profound connection between
Flowers and my morning toast
I'm also curious, bees
Do you have a favorite flower
Whom you visit each morning?
Do you woo this flower
Speaking sweetness so
You may collect sweetness?
Do you get that kind of excitement
The nerves of flirting
When you approach the
Unfolding petals still clinging
To the dew of dawn
Do you know its name?
Are you slightly more vulnerable
Gentle, and self disclosing?
Do you linger? Is there an ache
When you say goodbye?
Do you return each day
To your home, sun kissed
Pollan laden, perfumed
With lover's perspiration
Deeply content?
Do you rest
Dreaming of lavender
Rose and geranium?
Only to wake with the
Warmth of the sun
In eager anticipation
Of another visit