
pollen invisibly suspended in the atmosphere,
atom, traveling unnoticed on a passing breeze;
floating on the wind until it delivers me home.
i could've let the honey bees carry me along
flower to flower while gathering sweet nectar,
where i'd lay basking in the sun on the petals.
i'd heard stories about love from the old bees.
i knew if i gave myself up to the whims of air,
there'd be a chance i would feel love's beauty.
only moments after the wind swept me up, i knew
i wouldn't be on petals, i was headed for you.
away from the flowers who needed me for life,
heading straight towards a sentence of death.
the itchy nose who abhors my very existence.
one who will curse me and try to blow me away.
tissue after tissue tossed away with disgust.
i am not wanted here; i should be with the buds.
i should have let the bees take me with them again,
but i wanted float free and let the wind take me.
wanted to explore new places and wondrous feelings.
instead, carried somewhere i'll never be appreciated.
and now i wait, for that last blow that'll do me in.
one that'll put me in a tissue and then a wastebasket.
who knows, perhaps i'll make friends at the landfill.