July 12, 2016
And while my outer world comes unraveled
With hate and confusion and fear of the other
At my left elbow barely eight inches away
The bees are fumbling the mint blossoms:
Yellow and black bumbles
Slender tiger yellows
Black bees no bigger than a wink
And a lone white delicate moth
Going about their business
With the tender purple blossoms
Intent only on the sweetness of life.