An Unspectacular Communion of Bees
Has nestled in my head
Danced along these jagged nerves
“the honey is over here” they signal
“just follow the dance’s rhythm
And claim the reward”
But reward isn’t what I want to find
The flight of my wind-lifted wings
Doesn’t lead me to honey.
I take your wrinkled hand in mine
And feel our blood buzzing
One beat on top of the other.
We are flying toward the lost horizon
Of our conjoined sweet dreams
Rehearsed and nurtured destinations
Reflect in our compound eyes.
They dance around our honeycombed hearts
They buzz and spit and sting
Startle and sleep and sing
Work with no destiny in mind
Except continuance and flight.
The going on is everything there is tonight.
Our hive life is unrewarding
The pain in our joints annoying
And the destinations are shifting
Beyond a single dance or rhythm
Past a single place to go
Beside us all the things we know.
Our journey isn’t done my dear
Although the course uncertain
Leads us back to everywhere
We’ve been, we’ve seen, we’ve done.
We need to dance like bees
Until the journey’s won and
We taste the sweetness on our tongue.