Caught.

Caught inside the thorns of life
I am in here plucking tomatoes from this my garden

And I pick a handful and they are each so full of worms that I am now sick

And out of time or so it seems
A bee flies on by me and then turns around changing his mind and he stings me,

And "ouch,"  I say outloud,

And the bee stares straight between my eyes and plucks off the petals of a rose that never did bloom.

jo.