If You See Something Say Something

I cannot speak Spanish or honeybee but I
know it is important to tell you  the
moonlight is different in New Mexico. Red
& unafraid of scorpions. Cactus bones. The
worshipped sun will return & spark rioting. I
cannot build a hive, nurture lilac & blue
hyacinth. Hypnotize Apis mellifera. Steal
their livelihood for my breakfast tea. I walk
across the Mississippi in July without
drowning or gathering circles of river mud.
There are secrets inside every home, brick or
hexagonal wax. Languages I do not sing.
Spaces where I am forever lost &
welcomed:  sweet sister.