The Bee & The Hummingbird

If I am, suspended Sleeping on purple heliotrope If you feel too abject to dignify Or descry there is still any slim hope. And there are only slings & arrows Then what good are wings—cocooned? If I'm suspended or sleeping Near a sprig of heady purple heliotrope If we're not to bridge this gap, Then somebody needs to fly If you feel abject & cocooned And I'm feeling spider-web-like suspended. A honeybee obstructed By a hovering hummingbird Somebody needs to diversify. Find themselves better flowers than daylilies And learn to fly again alone Amongst those Salvia flowers windblown.