Gwendolyn Soper

What Injures the Hive, Injures the Bee

Naval gazing? So passé.

The Me Generation? Over.

That find-your-passion frenzy—

so yesterday. There’s a lifting

of vision now, a looking around

even for those

who hadn’t noticed

that outsized selfishness is dead.

Today there’s a tending to hives

but it’s not just bees, hives

and wax that buzz. Heads on our shoulders

are turning slow motion-like.

Thoughts hum. It’s making sense:
the rain, the breeze, the scent

of nectar flowers, reciprocity: the active

creative    individual    collective world

on the way to healing—

being one.

Source: Sisyphus, Issue 9.1: The Hope Issue, Hip Pocket Press