The Smell of a Bee
18" x 24"
acrylic / canvas

He came by often when I was yet small
small enough to still see faces
in the clouds that headed somewhere,
and he could too
and would point them out
and tell me where the sky
had come from
and why the fathers grieved the sons
yet why the world was swathed in love
and why the night so dark and silent
held no terror
for my soul.
And how all life would dance around me
and every step was made for me,
how a bee could smell of honey
how my mum could smell of rope
and under rocks
upon the beaches
he would show me ancient planets...
Oh. how I loved to glimpse
his tunic...
and how I thought
he would always be here.