or give me nothing! If I can fly
but not perch I’d have no rest within
my search. I’d have no spot carved out
for me. Even the honeybee fluttering

from flower-to-flower flies back
to the hive upon a heavy shower, in a
colony of friends. Then flies off
again. Strong and tall as the red oak

it stands all day in place and doesn’t
move. And if a stroke of lightning hits
it cannot run/only split and land in the same
place as it stands.