Bee Hive
Don’t hike alone, she warned.
If you get lost, no one will come for you.
I hike alone.
I don’t get lost.
I decide not to go home
but to become the hollow tree,
home for bees.
They love me,
crawl into my eyes, my mouth, my ears.
The queen
will shelter under my heart,
her workers
feed me sweets,
sing me to sleep.