THE BEE

I was the bee visiting flowers for nectar which was not there I was the sailor calling all ports never stopping anywhere for, I was searching something, in someone at somewhere my search seemed endless and the sun setting in the horizon there was a flash a flash for which I have been waiting all along a flash that is brief but intense I stop and wonder and question the Almighty why was he late in flashing why did he neglect me in all my solitude and aimless wander why did he not blind me earlier with his flash