and we wonder why bees sting

we get a glimpse of a bullet
yellow and black
flying towards us

and we swat it away

maybe that
floating pill you’ve been running away
from since the beginning
of your existence
holds something behind
its bold sunshine and darkness

maybe we should
take some time
to listen to the whispers of
the “horde” of coloured
pebbles raining down

and listen to the
muted flap of their
heart beat of their
wing

and just maybe
just maybe

the bee won’t sting