Bee lines

Bees etch paths in air

from hive to tulip tree

and back to hive again.

I’ve watched them go and come,

their flights, like cursive scripts,

never straight but onward.

If a hive has myriad bees

think of the traces they leave,

the lines they scratch in air,

each recorded, drop by drop,

in soft wax tablets

with stylus tongues.