alight gently
Winged ballerinas
and they dance
What symphony do they hear
the dancers yet to dance.
Shafts of sharp sun light
penetrate
the fern-tree canopy,
spotlight the gold-fish-pond
as bees dance with the air, hover;
on large green water fronds
sip their fill.
who never pause ascend the sky
back to their hidden hive
legs bloated with yellow powder-dust,
dance a mystery of movements
fluttering, panic driven.
hidden in the notes of movement,
in the breathing dance of souls
on wing lace,