If you follow a bee,
my friend says, it will lead you
to water. Suddenly
I have never been
so thirsty. I have spent
too much time living
close to the water
without drinking.
I have spent too many hours
not following bees.
I have my excuses—
all the ways I like
to appear busy-ish—
but they all have the same
stale scent excuses always have.
In the tombs of Egypt,
they found honey,
perfectly preserved.
Some things keep.
I look at my dry hands.
Some things have only
so much time.