tired bee

 tired bee

by carole l.haines

buzzing inside my screen porch, trying to find a way out

busy bee had no problem getting into this situation,

just like slipping into a suit of clothes

but now he can’t find the door, or a window, or even  a tear in the fabric

Busy bee in getting angry now, punching, sweating, diving at anything that moves

Angry bee is buzzing louder and louder but somehow no one hears his cries

He pitches himself over and over again, up against the screen trying to bring it down

but it won’t come down, it won’t budge, it won’t open, it won’t yield

angry bee is tired now, holding on to the screen for dear strength

holding on to the very thing that kept him captive for so long

tired bee can hold on no more, and gently tumbles to the ground

It is here that he finds his escape, at the bottom, on the ground, on his knees

He crawls away, under the screen, almost too tired to be aware that he now is free

Busy bee, angry bee, tired bee