Time & Honey

And what if time were nectar and we, like bees,
could gather it, give it a home,
convert it to fuel and feed it to our young,
who would then do the same,
and time would never end,
until there were no more blossoms.

And what if hate and fear were twins, conjoined,
inseparable but not united,
uncomfortable in their common skin,
yet dependent on each other to survive.

And what if love were both wave and particle,
never quite sure of its definition because
it thinks it doesn’t exist unless observed,
and doesn't understand that everything exists seen or unseen,
delightfully discovered or seemingly lost forever.

Virginia Lee Sprague, January 5, 2012

“A clock the bees unearth, gathering the over-spilled minutes.”
from a poem "Seven Happy Endings" by Poet Li-Young Lee