Bees In An Hourglass 12/23/22

From a distance, your shape seems solid.

Firm and concrete.

I hover down the sand dunes approaching slowly.

Suddenly vibration and hum pierce my cells.

You are a monument. Larger than life.

You are alive! Your shape is curved.

Inside an hourglass, so delicate

yet unable to penetrate

The hexagonal comb you have built within protects your Queen.

The movement is swirling.