There is a nest of bumble bees beneath my front porch

The big fat

Kind

Bees

live below my

threshold

symbolism

of this to anyone

known

is laughable

- yet it’s true -

I’m holding on dearly

bumbling around

home

leveraging

resent

meant

For no one fairly.

All the while

below

me

In my under

  Ground

Are hundreds of bees

building and rebuilding

the Mothering

Earthed.

I try not to think about the fact that they like to take over abandoned rodent homes. Or maybe I don’t; It means they left.