A Poem For Emma Witter Poem by Nico Kos Earle

A poem for Emma Witter
(Inside the Mouth of a Bee)

Inside the dream
Was a dream, of entering
The mouth of a bee
Round its sharp corners,
Through the slice of repeating
Patterns, into the subtle dimension
Interlaced with intricate,
Sacred geometries - to the place
Where the light bounces
Between hexagonal forms, and
Births each sweet, glistening
Drop of golden, dripping
Honey
Then out again, with the cellular grain of Everything etched into memory,
So I remember, and I know,
How to draw a Map
to the Nest made of Rose petals,
hidden in a burrow, where the lone (solitary?)
Bee - Osmia avosetta - in the absence of a hive,
Lays each of her eggs
On a shimmering bed.