A Beehive Existence

Main Street, Ann Arbor

Everyone wants a little space.

A little place,

of their own.

Each of us needs a little fort,

to resort,

to escaping.

Outside Rundown Apartment 

All humans require,

and desire,

some peace.

Be it a tranquil cave,

we crave,

self-absorption.

A Tranquil Porch Swing in the Shade

A child will explode,

with overload,

of attention.

My Great-Niece, Escaping to the Pots and Pans

Adults secretly dream,

of a quiet stream,

to withdraw.

Small Garden Plot Alongside Porch in Ann Arbor

A few plants in a box,

no clocks,

for awhile.

Miller Street Square Plot of Edibles

A closed door,

just to restore,

our sanity.

Then we maintain,

and regain,

our beehive existence.