My father spoke once About a woman (a witch healer midwife) Who could tell you the shape of your fears By pouring beeswax into water Because bees are wise And commune with god So I thought about The malleable my wondered if there was Enough wax and wisdom shared between combs For me am to ask Bees gorge on honey To host An airplane wasp (what is an enclosed space?) There people I’ve never met Buried in molecules Do also work overtime create their fears? Instead I’ll plunge bee balm lavender all love Into earth someone else can see While live mine