Dani Oliver
no metaphors
when I say
I am the littlest
honeybee
wiping soft
its antennae
in this
honeycomb
bed
what
was today's gift?
buzzing busy
the dawn-dusk
arc & all
the flowers
yawning open
& learning how
to love them
our quiet
mutuality
just right
& now to sleep
knowing
nothing of god
just a name
& its sunlight
& what relief
just
this lotion
& my tiny hands
membrane
wings
at rest
did I grow
to understand
god today?
no no no
& thankful
for this
illiteracy
to go now
without that
in my bonnet
my pinprick
heart still
unburst