Untitled [Bee]

One foot in front of the other
one step and then the next

Pat pat,
pat pat, plot
Plot

Plotting

Jealousy
Indifference

Why is it so noisy in my head?
back to the beginning
to the womb
something went wrong here
something eternal yet untrue

Everlasting uncertainty
no wonder the children are droll

Pat pat,
pat pat
tired from the journey
so far yet to go
hope rising like smoke on the horizon
no destination
no moral overtones
no plot

There is a bee in the bedroom my dear
don’t look at me like that.