
The Bumblebee
Zerine Wahid

As I set about to air my quilts
Readying to confront the winter wind
A bumblebee hovered right over me
Recalling how it has been so long
That a bumblebee had been in sight
I stood wondering about the solitary being
Minus it’s mate
Darting back and forth
My sudden presence might have set it off, I thought
Playing games of intimidation
It’s massive blackness tried to shoo me off