The September 2007 poetry project consists of writing one poem per day in the month of September and putting it up for public consumption regardless of its state of completion. Sorry if they're sucky. The exercise in the continued doing of it daily.

Sept 1

by Rachel Levine

Does the bee levitate over the flower and know

He collects their seeds

that penetrate, missiles into the plumpness of other flowers?

Does the bee know its role in the cosmic order,

Constantly creating, carrying the next generation on its legs?

Or does it only think of the honey and the hive?

Do any of us know what we carry on our legs,

A sacred mission, without which the universe would be less

Without any one of us.

©Rachel Levine 2007