Making Honey Poem by Lois Read

Worker bees, busy, bring nectar
to the queen, their destinies
certain-their purpose clear.

I long for such certainty
such clarity, antennae
focused, like the worker bees

leading straight to
my intended end.
It is in sight-this end

and I have walked in
diverse gardens, searching
for the bloom that's marked as mine

yet still the goal's a mystery.
Whatever nectar I have sipped
has not yet reached the hive

and turned to honey.