Just being

Just being


This bee shaped bell

with her promise of love

and you plump with pollen

like a hand to her glove

Soft drum of you wings

amplified inside

peals of petaled laughter

from the bumbled bride

Then like a film in rewind

with a seamless turning

you emerge unperturbed

without pain or yearning

You simply go on being

being a bee

with no regret or rupture

just being flying free