I AM BEE

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