Jockeying the Bee
Hard to steer. Little to grip.
Sometimes I think all feeling of control
is an illusion: whatever will be will be,
will be the will of the bee.
Every night I wake up, no reigns,
heart racing. Breathe, the creature might slow.
Seth Crook has taught philosophy at various universities. His poems travel for him and can be found in such places as recent editions of The Rialto, Magma, Envoi, The Interpreter’s House, Causeway, Poetry Scotland, Northwords Now. His photographs recently appeared in Riggwelter and The Bangor Literary Journal. For many years his life was badly damaged by an undiagnosed/misdiagnosed congenital heart disorder. He was finally treated at the Glenfield heart facility after being helped by a doctor in Lincoln whose name he wishes he could recall, but was not well enough at the time to remember.
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