In the Middle of the Street
like a beehive, the street holds an endless hum of motion,
of cars and bicycles, of children laughing, shouting, of the scraped knees of a boy at play.
In this life, I am a bee, collecting nectar from the flowers of the earth and sky.
I search for sweetness in the chaos around me, hovering, landing, feeling the sun’s warmth on my wings,
and in this dance of existence, I find my library of moments.
Each tiny moment, like a grain of pollen, applied to the pages of my mind creates a bloom, a new idea.
We are alive and this street is a garden of dreams, a bridge between the seen and unseen,
in this buzzing, this hum, this throbbing life, I find my song.
- Diane di Prima