There are bees in every
hive with inherent imperfections:
They cannot navigate from the directions
given by others.
They fly off everywhere.
They are always getting lost.
They never gather much pollen.
Yet, by an incongruous twist of fate,
These bees can still dance directions to
And so they occasionally return from
their misguided wanderings
with delirious gospel of what they have
Good god, what they have found!
It is the lost
bee who finds new flowers.
The Dream of Being