A response to insects:
It would be interesting to tour a beehive
One of the drones would be the tour guide.
They say that the drone bees are only good for one thing, but I think their forgotten role is giving tours of their humming sanctuary.
"To the left we have some royal jelly, and to the right we have the queen who eats green jell-o for life.
Down we have some baby honeys, and up we have a huge human in white who thinks that they are our babysitter. We humor it.
Now we will pass through this geometric hole to the next leg of our tour, mind the sticky substances surrounding your entire body.
Ok, here we are among the lovely ladies, they won't notice you but don't take it personally.
Ok, we've reached the end of the tour, please turn left at the next honeycomb, and max will receive you at the gift shop where your can purchase.....
Horseradish, mustard, strawberry jelly and the queen bee's life cycle calendar.
This next piece comes out of a prompt giving by Becca, one of my fellow GIEUers. The prompt was "I am". Easy, right?
I am sure that this twitch in my eyelid should not be sticking around as long as it has been. My glassy stare must be confused about this contraction of its protector.
When something you have relied on so heavily begins to act in unfamiliar ways it's exciting. My pupil and cornea are rejoicing. My iris is energetic, the veins in my lens keep pumping but now at record speed.
Sometimes I am eyeballs, but is that only because that's where the action is taking place?
In part I am what I see but what I see does now shape the way my heart beats blood.
There is a twitch in my eye and I hope it stays because
I am always looking for a new perspective.