All is right with the world


It happened on the day
when snowy crickets
announced the temperature of rising sun.
It really happened!
Children. Ceased. All. Fighting.
I sneaked through silent house
sniffing the air for burning scraps of food.
Listening in if they were watching
a forbidden movie.
I stepped outside, exhaled relief in uncertain puffs,
and plopped myself below the praying mantes
that swing in pairs on little bluestem.

Some clouds were floating through low autumn sky.
Then, suddenly, one screamed:
“I need more space! I was here first!”
“No! I! I! I need more space!”
“You scraped me first!”
“Wrong! Move! My turn!”
“I am in better shape!”, screamed the other.
Observing such unusual commotion,
blue heavens smiled. Stretched. Lengthened.
Widened. Creaked. Burst. Flowed.
Spilled over its ancient rippled edges,
widened the angles of the rainbows,
sent in the gusts to reshape the forms,
to switch them, change them, rearrange them.

I rushed into the house,
my breath still trailing far behind:
“You would not believe!….”


“She took last cookie and she won’t share!”
“He ate mine!”
I stared into the cookie’s drippy eyes of chocolate,
and felt the sky in my fingertips slowly stretching.
Creaking. Spilling, from the center out.
And that is how I grew to learn:
All is right with the world.


About BeeHappee

Where have all the bees gone? Where have all the flowers gone?
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24 Responses to All is right with the world

  1. You’re amazing. You can take something like children’s squabbles and make it into an allegorical, metaphorical work of art. Nice.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Merci Beaucoup, Renee, it is quite a compliment coming from the artist’s mouth. In this piece, I was inspired by a few great people, among them, great educator and a father, Scott Noelle, whose work on parent/child partnership, authentic power, unconditional love, – all of which lead to creativity,- is simply invaluable.
      Thank you!

  2. Very wonderfully crafted. Couldn’t have been better. 😀

  3. Hariod Brawn says:

    Sensational closing stanza, Kristina! 🙂

  4. Good one, Bee.

    Have your read Robert Browning’s “Pippa Passes”?

    “The year’s at the spring,
    And day’s at the morn;
    Morning’s at seven;
    The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
    The lark’s on the wing;
    The snail’s on the thorn;
    God’s in His heaven—
    All’s right with the world!”

  5. Beautiful . to hear siblings banter, yes all is well.. when you see the heart of family in a cookie jar.. xxx LOVE to you Kristina..

  6. Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Nature says:

    What Renee-Lucie said.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Mary, your words are beautiful. Thank you. You know, I was inspired by two very strong-willed children, and also by work of Scott Noelle, AND Michael Mark, to whose work you introduced me – Thank you! I am reading Michael’s poetry in “A Cannon, a Heart, and Now This…”, and one cannot help but be overfilled with all the goodness that he reflected from somewhere up there and shined all over the pages.

  7. shoreacres says:

    What a wonderful, inventive way to see clouds — and how attentive you are, to hear their squabbles. I suddenly remember a phrase from the traditional Lord’s Prayer: “on earth, as it is in heaven.” And, sometimes, in the heavens as it is on earth. One world, and all right.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you, Linda, beautiful. We all want that extra cookie sometimes, perhaps until we realize that the Love we have is enough. More than a thousand cookies. May us all, big and small help each other with that understanding sooner rather than later.

  8. smilecalm says:

    your children can go forth
    as teachers of many
    grown children
    i know 🙂

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you, David. Well, yes indeed, never too late.
      “We have all come to the right place.
      We all sit in God’s classroom.
      The only thing left for us to do, my dear,
      Is to stop
      Throwing spitballs for a while.” 🙂
      Hafiz, over 600 year ago….

  9. Nebraska J. says:

    “I stared into the cookie’s drippy eyes of chocolate,
    and felt the sky in my fingertips slowly stretching.
    Creaking. Spilling, from the center out.
    And that is how I grew to learn:
    All is right with the world.”

    I love that ending. 🙂

  10. Bill says:

    This brightened my morning with a big smile. What a delightful natural analogy. 🙂 I’ve never before imagined the clouds as children, jockeying for position. It’s a beautiful thought.

    And the photo is great too.

  11. I loved this. Honestly there’s so much bad poetry on the Internet it’s wonderful to read something good. You write so well.

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