What Injures the Hive, Injures the Bee

Naval gazing? So passé.
The Me Generation? Over.
 
That find-your-passion frenzy—
so yesterday. There’s a lifting
 
of vision now, a looking around
even for those
 
who hadn’t noticed
that outsized selfishness is dead.
 
Today there’s a tending to hives
but it’s not just bees, hives
 
and wax that buzz. Heads on our shoulders
are turning slow motion-like.
 
Thoughts hum. It’s making sense:
the rain, the breeze, the scent
 
of nectar flowers, reciprocity: the active
creative    individual    collective world
 
on the way to healing—
being one.

———

Source: Sisyphus, Issue 9.1: The Hope Issue. Hip Pocket Press. “What Injures the Hive, Injures the Bee,” by Gwendolyn Soper

Voetica, Berkeley-based site dedicated to spoken poetry. To hear the author read this poem, click here.

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