Life’s choices

 

Saturday, July 12, 2014

 

I sip from the lip

Of this cup

I curl my fingers around

Round, warm, spilling

Its sweet juice into

My ever hungry mouth

The harder I squeeze,

 

I am a honey bee

Hovering with

Stinger and nimble fingers

Choosing which to use when

To sip each drip

From the lip of this cup

Or to plunge deep

To seek sweeter juices

In the depths of this flower.

 

Ah! Life’s choices

Never so sweet