I Came Back

I Came Back

I came back as a honeybee

Droning golden round with wings

Humming to myself, flying with a purpose

To the place just over the trees

Flowery and strewn with pollen

And I dipped my feet in the downy yellowy orange

Not knowing I was a purveyor of secret flower sex

Under the open skies, under the veil of fragrance

I came back as one of those colony bees

To learn hive life as opposed to being a recluse

In my former rooms

Where no one knew another and there were no

Knowing dances of where the nectar lay

No one-for-all theology

Insect. So unsavory in our conversations

The roach, the ant, the stinging bee.

But now I am learning to fly.

Now I am speaking the language of flowers in love

Only now at last with nectar on my lips

Humming contentedly to myself.

Carolyn

07/28/08