Patternation
Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own)
The space is shared by one man and one bee
Knitting connecting patterns without acknowledgement
Flying over foot worn red hexagons
Both know this as the place of possibilities
Where hearts and minds grow ripe
Then left behind bittersweet shadows
Empty cells never to be refilled
Each day the bee makes notes
Of their conversation’s
The bee has a memory for facts
He has a mind for opinions
And this is a space for learning
With walls built on osmosis
They dance complex patterns together
Swap stories of their past
The bee talks of life without a mother
He says that he never really knew his father
They sleep when they are tired
Holding each other by their unshod feet
He grows sunflowers and lavender
The bee gives him honey
They give each other constancy and company
They both look forward to my visits
I visited them today
He was sat in his chair with his hand on his arm
He said
All the flowers are dead
The bee needed to leave
I opened the door
But it could not go through
When I closed it
The bee got scared and now I have been stung
And now it wants to leave
Because it has hurt me
I told the bee if it flew away now that it would die
So I am holding it on to my arm
I want to let it go
We now have a shared pain
The love was not enough