today i watched a honeybee

fight the wind

and make love to flowers

how many sighs need one expel

before she can lay herself over the world like the moon

tucking in the light and lambs,

the liar and lover

or kiss their brows

like a single swift raindrop

or the butterfly that revisits after several years

swoosh

i know the time has passed

and you fear me a different force

a strange spirit with stranger skin

but look at my wings

they still like to fly

look at my stance

i beckon to bow

pull me in and let me stay a while

let me learn

let me worship again

let me live and make love to flowers