Like Bees Lost From the Hive

We grew this way, we are this 
kind of species. The water we 
bathe in is part of the infinite sky.

We grew this way, we are this
kind of species. Always threatening
the precious. 

We grew this way, we are this
kind of species. Voyaging from egg
to babe. Stalked. Drifting. Like bees

lost from the hive.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

2 Replies to “Like Bees Lost From the Hive”

  1. Your words have done so much for me, but more importantly, they are a constant reminder of my worth- thank you.

  2. it reminds me of the early days of living alone. everything is blurry.

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