Sunday, August 18, 2013



300 yards from shore
 atop my board

a swarm of bees suddenly
 surrounds me

I am that flower
 that branch
queen alights upon
thousands of workers tend her beside

We hum above ocean’s waves

I dare not move less
 I spill sweet honey
  into salted waters.

1 comment:

  1. woa J such an image, it stays with me. elemental. the juxtaposition feels like it means more than i can understand or encompass.