Bees

I wrote this poem in 2009, watching bees swarm outside my bedroom window.  I was also looking for a job in Oregon, which proved useless.

I am watching the bees swarm around buds,
Their work is never done.

My work has yet to begin,
Yet to be found.
Time's-a-wastin',
They keep repeating.

I am stuck in a wormhole.
Nothing is around.
Where the hell do you go,
When there's nothing to be found?