Humblebee By Bonnie Demerjian

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Humblebee 

I wake from a swarming dream to find myself the patron saint of bumblebees. 

Genus Bombus: a perfect name for one once thought too ponderous to fly.

She’s roused herself from hibernation and, with the meandering intent of a dirigible, noses the garden for first flowers.

 

I could hug her furred coat. She won’t sting a human, you know.

Now, groggy on this April morning, she’s trapped herself inside my window

keening a song of distress.

I hear her prayer and set her free.

We all can be a saint for someone.

© Bonnie Demerjian

Bonnie Demerjian

Bonnie Demerjian writes from her home in the Tongass National Forest in Southeast Alaska, a place that nourishes her writing. Her poetry has appeared in Tidal Echoes, Alaska Women Speak, and Blue Heron Review, among others. She has also written four books on the area’s human and natural history.

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