It is not as if it will buzz at least not on its own it takes investment and care attention and caution to draw a sound from a hollow space Press an ear to the hive and ask it what it means when it sings back to you with its melody and rhyme No two alike and yet we can see them about as if doing the very same thing Was that one we saw or many No one knows yet if we let ourselves sink into the meadow the grass blades blurring at the edge of our vision the blue sky speckled with summer cloud we can answer for ourselves If I and they and you and we go out across the great and grand spaces we reach for from the end of our fingertips and toes together in the end we would get a great buzz going the rhythm of which melody has ached to become for so so so long now.
