I Listened to the Bees
“The body knows things a long time before
the mind catches up to them.
I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.
” ― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
Am I building a hive of thoughts
or is it simply I hold on to what
I should let whither into forgotten?
There’s no industry in building
on a scrapbook that is filled
with artful attempts to decorate misery.
Not every seed holds light nor
does sitting in a dead garden
bring the bee to gather hope’s pollen.
A bee’s wings move with incredible speed
to remain still…Perhaps my mind’s frantic motion
is the sound of my spirit ushering me toward tranquility.
Oh grief, I’ve sat beneath your black lace that teases
with release, but it is I who must seek the sun.
Even a rose grows when the clock chimes midnight.
I wish life would not bring its hurricanes that demand
resilience, yet do I expect my humanity to give me escape,
when it is the honeybee that fights the hands of men so I might live.
©Susie Clevenger 2023