Hive-Craft

It comes from closeness
and regular contact,

the ability to know
and feel what is going
on all around.

The scent of a new
pollen, the aroma of the
queen; the taste
of a sweeter nectar,
or the swagger of
a new dance has
worlds to say about

what is going on
both inside and out.

A hive holds its
every hope and its every
heartbeat

for all its
tomorrows

on the state of its
world and its
constant desire to stay
alive
and
to
tell.

And, the telling

that telling

exudes from every
infinitesimal pore
and perspiration
of the queen

and of the
colony that never rests
and never ceases its
palpitations and
drive

for honey
and the scent
of a bloom

on the wind.

The aroma
of a friend from
thirty years ago
is as fresh as the
day you ran through
sassafras graveyards
and tumbling brine
along the edges
of your youth.

How can we feel
ourselves any more
complex than any
piece of the whole?

The pink-ening
rays of sunset today
take us back through
the decades of lived
movement and time.
Close your eyes
and feel the whispers
of proximity from
ALL of your days.

It is your
scent of bloom
on
the
wind.