one of my favorite poems by KERRY KACK
APIARIST
When a bee first learns of God
he begins to fly
differently.
He gathers pollen
As though being
watched.
The Queen no longer matters
like she used to.
The flowers change their hues too.
His stinger? Pointless.
When a bee first learns of God
He begins to change
his tone.
He’s a different animal altogether-
another letter of the alphabet.
He is no longer
a bee.
Kerry Kack, Nov. 20th, 2002
October 20th, 2005 at 10:25 pm
That’s a very nice poem. Thanks for sharing it.
October 22nd, 2005 at 12:27 am
I only knew Kerry briefly. I was struck with how he looked at the world, his ability to observe the beauty around us that so many of us don’t notice. I regret that I didn’t make the effort to get to know him better. Kerry had a gift of showing you how to look at life differently. I’m stunned he’s not with us any more. His gift to me is to teach me to live now. Thanks Kerry.