Flight of the Bumblebee
Lit Up — April’s Prompt: Distraction
When the walls
Feel like
They are closing in
From all directions
The world can
Contract, constrict
Become suffocating
Hopeless
Unless, until
We lift up
Our eyes
And take notice
Of glimmers
Of freedom
All around
Inviting distraction
Beyond the walls
The bumblebee
Flits from flower to flower
Gathering nectar and spreading sunshine
Birds call
From branch to bush
Breaking the silence
With song
At night
The moon and stars
Remind us:
Walls are illusory
If we let our focus
Soften
We find we can see through
The veil
Find pleasure
Play
Possibility
Hope
We may even
Remember
That we too
Can spread sunshine wherever we go…