“When the bee comes to your house, let her have beer.
You may want to visit the bee’s house someday.” ~ Congolese
Or it may be that the honey in the cells
has foamed to froth, has risen above
walls that could no longer contain
that sweet— So the hand that tried
to stay the overflow withdrew, gold-
sheathed. May such abundance visit
your heart today: not rue, not pity.
In response to Via Negativa: A beer thinker's guide to life.