A bumblebee buzzes under the eave
as I take a sip from my coffee cup.
Though the sun has yet to peep
over the mountaintop,
light is seeping into the world.
All is still
except for the bee and me.
Jasmine and juniper,
salvia and fig tree,
even chipmunks and quail
wait in silence.
All is still
but the bee and me
and the rolling restless sea.
Soon, soon
stirrings will burst
into full-throated blessing,
the rest and prayer
of this longed-for retreat day,
but in this moment
we perch on the threshold
and see,
as guests at the feast would,
the bee and me seeking and sipping,
creatures alike in our need,
that this day will be good,
yes, very good indeed.
The Kingdom of Enough 