Honey Bee

The honey bees hug to stay warm in the winter
Clustering in a ball around the queen
We can hear them buzz and hum
Anticipate with relish the sweet honey that will come
Endless trips from flowers to hive
Routes engrained in memories
Flight patterns crystal clear
Like webs spinning and turning in the sun
They have a job
Purpose
We lie still and watch
Our hands idle
Our brains ticking as furiously as the old clock
Summer is slipping by
The skies puff up with rain clouds
We hide ourselves away
Keep stock of paper and pencils
Just like the worker bees
We fill tiny spaces of time
It is all a pattern
A vague design
A future we half know
Half welcome
Half dread
Always present in our thoughts
We will make sweet tinctures to last us through the winter
We too will hug in the cold
Fill the empty jars
Dip our fingers in the golden delight
Wait for the flowers to bloom
Feel the warmth soak through us like a warm shower
We will pollinate letters
Let them fall on the page
Maybe even take them to the Queen
That would make her happy
Perhaps we have a purpose after all.