From my time in a little hermitage cabin in the woods...
i sat on the swing,
careful to avoid the droppings,
to gaze at the pond,
listen to the wind, the frogs, the birds, the insects,
not knowing i’d be
the object of affection of a
bumble carpenter (I found out
buzzing before me, then nearer
“bumblebees don’t sting”
and i sat, mostly still.
over and over again
the tickle on my leg
of feet (do bumblebees have feet?)
i don’t know what captivated the bee.
but who am I to talk?
we kept company for over half an hour.
only reluctantlyi left.