B

There’s a bee outside
and its drowning.

Its drowning,
laid on its side
two waterlogged legs un-moving
body too heavy
to roll itself over.

In front of me are the boats
and their sails
and their flags
and the children eating ice cream
and the bee which is dying.

But the gap is too large.
I’d need A pool cleaner net
and even that might not reach.
I could fashion something out of a broom and cardboard
but even that might not reach.
I couldn’t reach if I tried.

So I look at the waves reflecting the sunlight,
and the boats
and the flags
and the ice cream
and the children
and for some time I don’t look,
but the bee catches my eye again
and I watch it as it dies.

I want to take off my clothes
and jump in.
Jump two meters down
and into the water.
I want to jump in
to the water
and save it.
I have the overwhelming urge
to take off my clothes
and jump in
to the water
and save it,
but there is nowhere to climb out.
My fingers twitch with Adrenalin.
The water pulls me towards it.
The gap is too large.

I want to jump in.
to the water
and lie with the bee.
To hold it above the water
in my hand
or rested on my body
and wait for my fingers
and toes
and arms
and legs
to go numb.

I want to lie with the bee
as someone notices
and someone gets their phone out
and someone shouts,
and I will close my eyes
and lie with the bee
as it dies.

And the cold will spread to my torso,
my lungs
and my heart
which begins to beat slower.

I am laid on my side
with the bee.
two waterlogged legs un-moving
body too heavy
to roll itself over.

 

 

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