Why, Yes, It's Another Poem
On another fine sunny summer's day, time to hang out another load of laundry on my World Saving Solar Dryer. No need to rail and natter on about the sewer, even though I'm sure the sewer obsessed folk who visit this site will figure out a way to get off the profound point of this lovely poem and get back to nattering on about sewerish things. (Get out of the house. Take a walk. Go see the wonderfully funny new movie, "Ratatouille," heck, go see the movie then go home and make some. Read a good book. Share a favorite poem in the comment section. Anything other than sewersewersewer for heaven's sake. )
Eamon Grennan's another wonderful Irish wordsmith. He also has collected books of his poetry out in paperback. So, go to your local bookstore and support your favorite poets. Buy their books and enjoy. And/or go to the library and check them out for free!
It's the way they cannot understand the window
they buzz and buzz against, the bees who take
a wrong turn at my door and end up thus
in a drift at first of almost idle curiosity
cruising the room until they find themselves
smack up gainst it and they cannot fathom how
the air has hardened and the world they know
with their eyes keeps out of reach as, stuck there
with all they want just in front of them, they must
press their bodies against the one unalterable law
of things -- this fact of glass -- and can only go on
making the one sound that tethers their pure
electric fury to what's impossible, will not change.