My daughter reports a bee colony
occupied an interior wall of her
late aunt’s California home. How a bee
whisperer urged them to flee beyond their
vast casacombs, leave honey and larvae,
explore and settle near apple orchards
or melon fields. Surely what they must say
to each other, bees and human, their words
a special language, reveal cosmic voices
we share with our universe, soft sounds heard
far beyond earth – tales of love and choices
we all make to survive. How what occurs
within our cells here must mirror small lives
on our Moon or Mars, where surely love thrives.
Roger Armbrust
January 29, 2020
