by becky jaine (witness, historian & histologist)
she was in my garden yesterday.
i found her and realized she… she was barely moving at all.
she remained upon the flower
clinging to the center of a magically scented and ever-sweet mandala.
she came and stayed, hanging onto otherly beauty and life
while she was losing her own.
pollen adorning her legs,
material proof of duty well done on her last day.
she strengthened her grip and grabbed hold of the floral stamen
enabling –allowing– me to witness and capture her few last living moments.
i wept (and still i weep now as i tell you)
i weep for her:
this unassuming humble non bumble
intentional pollinator sentient beeing.
blessed buddha bee.