Instead of saying that I am easily distracted,
I prefer to believe that I am easily attracted
to everyday doings in nature.
Pollen flies around the interior of the cupped flower as the bee circles and burrows until
exhausted and covered in pollen, as if wrapped in stars,
the bee sleeps in its own contained universe.
That bee finds contentment, as I do, as you can choose to do, in the embrace of those soft petals that sprout from a prickly host.
One might argue that the bee can fly away, as I cannot
but I am not here to argue with you
or the universe
I am here to make my own sanctuary.