Diane di Prima - In the Middle of the Street

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.