I am Bee
I am born from a Queen
My father, a King for an hour
I am cared for by my sisters
I drink tiny droplets of water
and sweet honey from the wells
I eat the bread of pollen mixed with honey
I emerge and stretch my wings, my furry little body now dry
and I make my way towards that small door
where the warm sun slants inside
I wait my turn at the door
sister’s antennae stroke my head,
reassurance
step . . . step . . . step
outside through the opening
I wait
someone is behind me, pushing
I alight
hover
. . . . hover
. . . . . . . . . hovering
in front of the door to my home
a box of wood,
painted white
what else do I see
then higher . . . higher . . . higher
the circles
become wider . . . wider . . . wider
I know every tree, every bush, every fence, what is roof?
the black dog
the woman in the white hat and sunglasses
take off those sunglasses
I must see your face
I know where the water is found
I know the door to my home
all the others in a row
tomorrow, maybe now
I will climb higher and higher
And fly, fly, fly as far as I can
I am the Scout Bee
I can fly far far away
looking, looking, looking
I come back to my home
and dance my dance for everyone to see
about what I was looking for
what I found
I have flown many miles
I am tired now, my little head will drop down, my antennae droop
and I will sleep
but in the morning a sister jumps on my back
to shake me awake
I want to sleep, I am tired
step step step to the door
the sun is shining
off I jump,
up, up to the sky
I am Scout Bee.
August 17, 2021