bee mind
when i was walking today
in the inner courtyard
of Santa Sabina
where solanum jasminoides blooms
and the air is scented with roses
where the juncos flit about
and the hummingbirds
drink droplets from the fountain
in flight -
when i was walking there
on the soft, damp grass
not separate from the greenness
and the radiance of the sun
i entered bee mind
i sense the lure of purple penstemon
so sweet and fragrant
irresistible
but i cannot crawl into
the delicate, tiny flower
so i thrust my little head
wings fluttering
and there, at the tip of my tongue
is the depth of sweetness
i so longed for
legs heavy with pollen
something calls me back to the hive
i must go
the hive is my heart and my life
i must return
to the wholeness
of who we are
together
or perish