A pathetic looking bee
is trapped in my screen
His perpetual buzzing
bounce reveals a gene
All he longs is for escape
Freedom beyond a catch
Rest Then pound away
some more Never quits
Out of easy compassion I
spin a crank of salvation
Great Screen surrenders
There is an Exodus road
Still the pounding buzz
continues Not yet loose
Though a way now exists
the captive sees only bars
He presses ahead in vain
until rest reveals newness
There is open sky below
It had been so for a time
The happening matters little
until the ear hears the news
