Bumblebee
The bumblebee tumbles free,
Bubbling through the air,
And through its gurgling buoyancy,
Boasts with un-bottled flair
Of its unbridled urgency,
And of
Its pompous randomness.
The bumblebee,
that all see, but none eat
not unlike how we be.
the blindness of its vision
not far from how we see.
we,
who play in storms and work in warmth
deaf to the circles and bursts of work
that unfurl outside
we,
who were once
spare morsels in a giant whirl
but turned the world up from down
(or down from up, based on bird or worm)
and though our houses and our lives still may be
pockets of air
in a vast sea
from behind our pane
and through our tunnel we see
a turned world,
with the elements trapped in bubbles of cheese,
as we,
the morsels, peer.