Art / Dalton Day

:: I Found This Bee and We Both Just Sat There ::

From the writer

::  Account ::

Imag­ine it for a sec­ond, The green world, green­er still. Still, too, except for the hum­ming. The air, rust­ed har­mon­i­ca that it is, gets car­ried along by any num­ber of small mer­cies. The drag­on­flies, the bull­frogs that eat them and then dis­ap­pear, thread­ing even more green. The name­less pur­ple flow­ers that bend not out of cour­tesy but out of desire to return to that which offered them in the first place. And the water. That lucky pen­ny. Leaves bal­anced on top of it, as if on pur­pose. A sin­gle bee, land­ing, as if on pur­pose. A small eye­lash of a drink, before fly­ing away, or fly­ing towards. Imag­ine it for a sec­ond. Now make it so.

Dal­ton Day is a kinder­garten teacher in Georgia.