Aqua Bee

Our poolside bee, unsure if all
Her future might be submarine,
Devotes each morning to the fall
From grace into chlorine,

Diving crazily from the border
Of the pool to splash
Around in airy water,
The same careless, rash

And bumbling leap
She sees us do,
But never does she reap
The consequences due

Her presumptive dip,
Floundering around in lieu
Of flying-fish-like trips
Across the oceanic blue

Of our reflected sky,
And each time, it’s true,
We help her fly
Away without a clue:

But, eventually
She’ll have to choose
Between ethereal reality
And the dream she stands to lose

Easter 2019
Kailua