The Bean Queen

This morning

when I was bewilderedly staring

out of my body and out of my window

into the grey blue wild sky

and down onto the little wall

of my wildly winding runner beans

I saw...the Bean Queen...

I saw the Bean Sprite...the Bean Queen....

and her expression was some kind of sombre

but serene too

all covered in hairy green leafage

pale little gangs of blossoms dangling from her temples

these relentless windings round her limbs

this everywhere and

the thick filled pods hanging from her pony tail

when she said:

“People tend to believe

that clouds always appear from somewhere else

and gather...right where they are....

But see: they eventually come about and emerge....

right where they are!

See us winding our little lives

air-fed and delicately rooted round whatever there is

and understand:

Everybody is just looking for a bridge

everyone of you

is

just

looking for

the bridge”