To celebrate the arrival of spring, I wanted to dedicate a post to bees that miraculously appeared in my life.

And now for a poem about a special moment I had with a bee…

A bee flew
onto my windshield,
landed without a sound.
As I thought,
“OMG, it’s a bee,”
its pulsating bottom
kept taunting me,

Beating like a heart,
Was it a sign of love,
or just biology?

Its legs were moving
constantly,
as if it didn’t know
what to do, dancing
on the windshield.

Then the wind
blew him away.
Maybe…
he was injured.

As I contemplated
this moment,
I saw a random truck
run a red light,
making
a left turn
from the straight
middle lane.

We see crazies
in this world.

And life

goes on.