Honey Bee

I filled the space with a buzzing busyness that rivaled bee hive harmony
alarmingly | skilled at the dance of distraction
addition, subtraction
one step forward, two steps back
I engage myself in a familiar dance
and fill each emptiness with the flapping of my wings ...
furious paces
unreachable things
top shelf good love ... I've never been tall enough
heavy weight 12 round reciprocity, I've never been that tough
simply can't do much more than dance around it all
and when the pain gets to be too much, the bee hive calls
I recess to my home
to the safety of alone
and buzz out the din ... working on my honey comb.