Bees are drawn to the
Center of things
It is Nature’s way
To bring them in close to her
Body
And hold them there
Humming in place.
So her kisses taste of honey
Stolen after midnight
The sweetest kind
And she opens herself wider
Each dawn
So they can reach deeper
into her body.
Her breath on their wings
Is a braille of light and dark
Their shadows remember the sun
Forget the moon
In their hurry to disappear
Before night falls
Across their hives.
Instruct me
As the earth instructs the bees
Find me the place
Where they hide from the moon
Drunk with so many sweet syllables
Tucked in their bodies.
Bring me into this wideness
This curvature of space the earth offers.
Blinded by their faith
The bees are swept away
Into the soft throat of day
Bring me with you. Take me
into that grammar
Of light.
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