Each year perhaps there is at least one
new thing to learn, even if in the manner
of an error. The ways of the world are mysterious
but not to the honeybee who is wiser by far
than the so-called intelligence that decrees
what is or is not essential to the industry
of golf courses and corporations. Once I bought
a bouquet of stargazer lilies, sunflowers,
asters, baby’s breath for a writer who came
with stories to share in our speakers’ series—
When I turned in my reimbursement receipts,
I received a memo: Please explain how flowers
are essential to the mission of the university.
Of course I was flabbergasted. But the bees
could have told me. I should have listened
closer to the alarms in the hive, the soft
crumbling of door upon golden door as they left,
the dusky odor of sweetness now nearly forgotten.
In response to Via Negativa: How to Tell the Woodpeckers.