The Bees And I was previously published in Tiny Seed Literary Journal
The bees
around my head
give me space
to cut spent blooms
away
Away
from time and thought
I take their rhythm for
my own, relax into the buzz
they sing
They sing
of work as sweet,
and timed to ancient clocks;
I may tell time just as bees do
some day
Some day
like an open bloom,
across my honeyed path
sweeter secrets may emerge, like
the bees.
