wee bee and me

A wee bee struggled against the window pane and I cupped her in my hand.

I put a drop of honey on my finger as she buzzed within my palm and then presented it to her as she crawled out on my unfolded hand.

She single-mindedly supped, her antennae waving and grabbing big whiffs and she seemed like she was guzzling at the honey drop.

I looked closely at her and she looked at me, how could she not with her 6thousand lens eye and together we were mirrored in the honey drop that blazed a reflection of the open window and setting sun far away.

I closed my eyes to feel better the fingerlash touches of my wee bee friend and sent best wishes to the colony though her, knowing, of course, this was a bee from my hive in the neighbors yard.

I communed with her/them and let her tickle til satiated and allowed myself a small moment of calm in this wild and windswept day.

She flew away leaving me with this sweet moment of communion and I put my finger in my mouth, tasting the last of honey there. Sharing a little bee kiss this way. A quiet and complete communion, like we just had lunch together.

I wish I could crawl into the hive box and make a pillow of honeycomb. Pull the cluster over me and dream for a little while. Today was a tough day. But the bees are still flying, the sky a brilliant color...the chickens cooing goodnight.