Dreams of the Beekeeper

I am fascinated by bees. I was thinking about what I might dream about if I were a beekeeper…

Dreams of the Beekeeper:

I’m going back to sleep.
Back to where I keep
the most perfect honeybees.

The honey that they make
is there for me to take.
They make it just for me.

But I don’t waste my time collecting needles and leaves
to smolder in a can of smoke with which to ease the bees
and I don’t wear protective gloves upon my hands
but I don’t worry, they won’t sting me…

No, the bees know who I am,
I’m welcomed as a friend
and we all eat honey.

And the nectar they collect
is the sweetest to inject.
It helps me see.

So I don’t waste my time collecting needles and leaves
to smolder in a can of smoke with which to ease the bees
and I don’t wear protective gloves upon my gentle hands
but I don’t worry, they won’t sting me…

But before the dream is over
someone finds a patch of clover
and they all leave me.

There’s work to be done.
There’s work to be done.
There’s work to be done…

©2009 D. Marcouillier