What do bees want? is a question I’ve never asked
myself or any expert. I know they need
to gather pollen & nectar, need water & shelter,
though they can make their own of any hollow place.
But as to want, who can say? I say
I need to take my vitamins, apply sunscreen,
eat greens & exercise–want self-care, something
I deserve (for what I do not know).
Our bodies are built to decay. I opened
the hive only as often as I was told:
to check brood, the health of the queen.
I did not know what I was looking for but trusted
diligence would keep us from disaster
They wanted me out of their way,
so I closed it all up,
left them to their own desires.
Poems of the Everyday
Science & Climate
a metaphor that extends through several lines or even an entire poem
the fact of two things being seen or placed close together with contrasting effect