Jesse Ojuka

My mind is a bee hive
Buzzes until I sleep 
As the summer comes 
I vibrate like a drill 
The search for honey is sweet torment 
Stillness and poise are life jackets 
Distractions float around like harmless butterflies 
Baby blue wings, red and black lady birds, pull me from my search 
As I buzz around the garden 
Though I remember, that is not the treasure I yearn
Focus on the honey.