Stillness, and Seeds

by Linda Taylor

Some honey bees
being the seed of plant flesh,
seeding water.

Water seeding,
sending stillness,
everywhere. Sheer beauty,

Irish whistle. A high
passage through the sends

to come, stiller than a seed.

I want to curl into something
I have always known.


About the Author

Linda Taylor teaches literature and writing at Oglethorpe University in Atlanta.  Her poems have appeared in The Kenyon Review, The Georgia Review, Nimrod, Black Warrior Review, Indiana Review, and other journals.  She likes singing folk music and playing the guitar.  When she can, she visits the Oregon coast.