What is the movement of the Spirit? asks the sage.
Is it when the bee loses itself in the nectar?
No, says another, it is when the bee
slips out, its legs covered with pollen
for the next flower.
Ah, says a third, or is it the bee
saying to the others, “Hey, friends!
Nectar is this way?”
Perhaps, says another, it is
the comb of honey that grows in the hive.
Or, I wonder, is it the humming you feel