Bees

one day while searching for thoughts while searching for words I happened to come across a hole in my chest strange I thought this hole in my chest how did get such a hole in my chest can you imagine my complexion upon closer inspection I noticed bees were building a nest building a nest in this hole in my chest they come in they come out they never rest these droning worker bees that are building a nest I hear them working buzzing and chewing chewing and buzzing buzzing and chewing let’s peek inside see how they are doing oh what a fine nest these bees are building building and building in this hole in my chest will they stay there all winter dormant and sleeping oh how I wish I could join them lie with them there in their safe keeping sleep with them there in the hole of my chest oh if I could if only I could I’d be their guest and sleep with those bees in the hole in my chest