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