The Free Energy of the Sun
\nby
\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
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Eating cereal on the porch, I feel the soft wind
\nof the wings of the honeybee as it flies near my hand.<\/p>\n
There is a moment when sound turns into light,
\nand we are swept along by guesses.
\nThe free energy of the sun touches the horns on our spine.<\/p>\n
Imagination\u2019s laws don\u2019t follow the will. Thinking
\nand doing are the same in the bee. Somehow birds
\nhave geographical memory stored in their wind-filled bones.<\/p>\n
Paul Valery said: \u201cIn the beginning was the fable.\u201d
\nMontaigne said: \u201cGrasp the present good, and rest there.\u201d<\/p>\n
The shelling of beans by my grandmother in the afternoon sun,
\nis built into my hands. The swinging of the hammer
\nmy grandfather did for the railroad still rings in my arms.
\nThe flowering barley is the remembrance of bread.
\nWho isn\u2019t a bee traveling miles away on missions of light,
\nsearching through thousands of flowers, looking for nectar
\nfor the good of us all?<\/p>\n
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