Yowza. Bee sting while IN THE CAR
while cruising the back roads behind Nephin Beg
and no relief for miles. Through my jeans,
smack into my quadricep, a sharp hot lancet
of WAKE UP YOU'RE ALIVE. Damn.
Hot damn.
And all around us rhododendrons, a wild
impenetrable thicket just past blooming:
remnants of purple, acres and acres.
And always that light, that swept-clean glint.
Sheep in the road, not anxious to move,
no rush for anything. Certainly not us.
Later on, a stop at the Healy Hotel in Pontoon,
on the shores of Lake Conn, Paul with his pint
of Guinness and I with my new favorite repast:
black tea with milk.
And I'm still cursing that bee.
Ouch! You've had some painful mishaps on your vacation.
ReplyDeleteimagine it's a tiny bird with a sharp beak giving you a kiss? does this help?
ReplyDeleteIt's weird. The last two times I've been stung by a bee, I was (1) standing at the counter in a cheese shop and (2) standing at the counter in a restaurant. What's with these bees, that they can't stay outdoors, where they belong? I feel your pain.
ReplyDeleteOuch, find an aloe vera plant and rub the spot!
ReplyDeleteFunny you should mention this. I haven't been stung by a bee for years and years, until this week. I was spraying off our patio and a wasp crawled up my pants leg and before I could brush it off, it stung me...twice! Ouch. It's been bothering me all week! :(
ReplyDeleteTofu -- some kiss!!
ReplyDeleteWillow -- INSIDE your pants leg?!!
Thank god for fallen hunks of marble and stinging bees, for they give me something to blog about. ;)
black tea with milk. yes!
ReplyDeleteand damn i'm sorry about the bee sting. but it's an irish bee, in ireland!!
laure: point well-taken!
ReplyDeleteSweetness was the search of the bee
ReplyDeleteAnd it found one sweet you see
His flight onto your traveling way
An affirmation to mark the day.