During an unseasonably-warm morning on January 1, 2019, an out-of-season bee landed in the golden, lukewarm pool in my floral mug placed on the front-porch railing. Yes, I quickly rescued the bee, and a couple quick-see resolutions were delivered by wing to me.
All in a Cup
You thought last sips of the golden brew
in my floral cup were sips o’ honey for you.
Tiltin’ and emptyin’ the cup as fast as I could,
I had to get you out, see you crawlin’ on wood.
I saw a soaked, feeble form limpin’ in sun.
You were rescued. Your life was not done.
I could not believe it right before me,
living resolutions, life’s truths did I see,
two important things for the bee and me
Look twice before diving into anything.
Help others to find their safe shore.
Never have I had that, e’er before,
real-life resolutions outside my door.
You, lil’ bee stirrin’ around in my cup,
remind me of positives: keep my head up.
For now life’s resolutions are perfectly clear.
Rescuing moments make the happy new year.