Stillness

A million busy bees press and swerve around me
Heads bowed monotonously towards the ground
Eyes fixed on only what they can see

Palms locked tightly around their possessions
Once in a while they might bump into something
Or be briefly distracted but quickly rebound
Continuing on with bowed heads, fixed eyes and locked palms
towards their destination

I don’t think they really notice me; the immobile person that stands in their way, that sometimes
Causes them to rebound and be briefly distracted
Continuing on with bowed heads, fixed eyes and locked palms

Once they’ve stopped and continue on they forget the reason they’ve even stopped at all
They are rebels. These busy bees
They refuse to acknowledge the law of stillness

As they continue on with
Bowed heads
Fixed eyes
and locked palms
Towards their destination

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