To the Underground Bees
I followed you,
Beneath the earth on dark, buzzing paths
Throbbing deep and the unknown.
Waning moon rising
Sheds no light within this clay-carved haven.
Chased by a thousand slight stings,
Sharpened and centered,
Followed by dull ache,
And then swelling, expanding outward.
And inward I flew with you
To dark mystery in earthen tunnels
Lined with sweet nectar
From blooming above spirits.
Again bursting forth
Following sky paths.
To find the all-consuming sweetness
On the wind.