I want to fall asleep in the sun
Full of warmth and comfort
Impeded by no one
I want to feel the breeze on my skin
Surrounded by flowers,
Pollen-headed bees tumble lazily in.
I want to watch their slow dance,
Entranced by their diligence, their inability to wear pants,
And on the tops of their silly-heads
Two little antennae bumble about
Looking around for the next bloom to sniff out
(Do bumblebees have noses?)
There are questions I suppose(s) that will abound,
Human nature itself is sort of tumbling around.
And in grief, I think, we know this,
Though when that familiar friend leaves for the summer
We pretend not to notice
He was never there.
Without a care, I lie among the roses,
Prick my fingers on the thorns
I will never pick them.
I watch the bumblebees tumble around