Bumblebee

Marin Morgen

I cannot imagine a bumblebee’s gender
I think that they must have a much better way
To know who is one thing and who is another
And who is the same at the close of the day

With hormones and chemistry, witchcraft and science
Colors we can’t see and sounds we can’t hear
They know who is one thing and who is another
And who should be elsewhere and who should be here

A bumblebee’s gender is sugar and pollen,
And fuzzy fat bellies and Tiffany wings
No need to know one thing and much less another,
So freely they bumble, the genderless things,
Where one thing’s a flower, and one thing’s a meadow,
    and one thing is clover, and one thing’s the sky
And one thing’s the sunlight, and one thing’s the spirit,
    and then you are one thing, and then so am I