Stepping on a Bee Barefoot at the Beach
Happy April Fool’s no matter what the day

April Fool’s! It’s every day. When you step on a bee barefoot at the beach or fracture your ankle on a simple jog from curb to crossing.
The fish is overcooked, the oatmeal burns, the pasta boils over, you spill red wine on a white sofa while reaching for the remote.
You miss the auto-spell in your text. It snows on Easter; a chocolate egg melts in the slush. You got the company physical but don’t get the gig.
You’ve reached for the stars and made it to base camp. The love of your life leaves; trust takes a cruise to Antarctica.
April Fool’s! It’s every day. A chance to regroup, reconfigure, resurrect and, in gratitude for even a sliver of a silver lining, laugh.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021
I’m not sure whether April Fool’s Day is known worldwide, but everyone has had times when life played an unanticipated joke on them. This poem is a musing on this, sparked by Literary Impulse’s “fragmented view” prompt for April 1 — the first day of National Poetry Month.
All of the examples listed above are from my own life. I truly did step on a bee at the BEACH while walking barefoot. (Who knew bees loved an ocean view?) And because I’m allergic to bee stings, it wasn’t a ‘joke’ I was able to laugh at for a while.
My sliver of a silver lining? Be more mindful. LOOK not only before leaping but before stepping!
Thank you, Priyanka Srivastava, for inviting me to take part in this prompt. Thank you, Rahul Sharma(Literary Impulse (Shabd Aaweg)), Somsubhra Banerjee, and Elisabeth Khan at Literary Impulse for the home.
And thank you, as ever, dearest readers. Happy Fool’s Day, even if it’s December when this shows up on your feed. (Medium, quite a joker at times, too, eh?)






