Bumblebee Honey

On a day as rare as bumblebee honey
a hint of morning fog clinging to the garden vines and blossoms
aroma of hibiscus from the steeping herbal tea she cradles in her lap
she takes in the wonder of breathing
the beating of her heart
and the pulse of warmth throughout her veins.

This, more than anything
one perfect moment
when the breezes gently brush against her cheek.

This, connected beneath the skin
when all the music of the world around her suffuses the sky
the sky above the sky
the earth, the hallowed hidden places of rest
and the sea beyond
and the sea beneath the sea.