It's wonderful to me that bees have this simple, age-old thing going on.
It was dawn, and I was walking across a footbridge to a park near our home
It was empty and quiet
But soon, hundreds of feet would tread unthinkingly across this path
So when I saw the bee on the ground, I had to stop
It was sitting there perhaps perplexed that it could not fly
I do not know much about bees, so I cannot say.
I do know that I could not leave him to be trampled
I pulled my driver's license from my wallet and scooped him
Intent on getting him to the park and the flowers.
What happened next I will never forget
He clung to the front of my card staring straight ahead as we hustled along
Like my navigator, he never took his eyes off the road ahead
Was he remembering flights through the warm summer air?
When we found a flowerbed, I lowered him on to a begonia leaf and said good - bye
I cannot be sure, but I think he smiled at me
As I said, I do not know that much about bees
But I know I smiled...and I wished it was as easy to make people safe
And that's poetiquejustis