Poem: These Bees

These Bees

If these bees could talk
they would probably say
Buzz,
Which is what most of us say
Most of the time.

Communicating
To the hive by--
Dancing, touching,
Pheromones and telepathy.

Bees, they can’t fly,
By our understanding:
Too fat and
Wings too small,

If these bees could talk
They’d probably say,
Yes.

That’s how it’s done,
say it: Yes,
Know the air
more
Intimately
yes.

Light or heavy at will,
they are
Lifting tiny wings
Vibrating
into space.

This field of clover calls to them,
busy, listening,
They come.