the last day
in mexico
i spent
the morning
on the beach
before we
rushed off
to the airport.
i found
a honeybee
flailing around
in the sand.
her wings
had somehow
been damaged.
i picked her up
and let her
clean herself off.
but each time
she
tried to fly
she
ended
up
right
back
in the sand.
it was
so sad.
even though
a worker bee
is expendible,
since she has
50,000 or so
sisters
to take
her place,
it is one
of those
moments
when you
are so aware
of the
fleeting nature
of life.
corny,
i know,
but true.
f l e e t i n g :
passing swiftly : transitory
this definition
does not
capture
how the word
feels in the
pit of my stomach.
there is something
inherently
sad about
the word.
something lost.
grub's birthday
was yesterday.
as we get older
it seems
we most often
get depressed
around our birthday.
why?
is it the loss
of time?
the recognition
of how
swiftly
time passes us?
for me
it is a reflection
on what
i have accomplished
each year.
i always
fall short.
why is there
sadness
and disappointment
in that
which is
fleeting?
instead of
the joy
of relishing
that moment-
that year
gone by?
more fleeting
here.
xo
