WHILE WAITING FOR A STREETCAR
THIS MORNING, THE UNKNOWN
FILLS ME WITH WONDER
Next to a full maple surrounded by
white clover, I sit on a bench and watch
cars swoosh in every direction
toward places I’ll never
The bee on the ground next to my foot,
must’ve grew still during the
night and died. Does it live on?
Did it live a happy, full life?
I wonder about the monarch kissing the
bee’s stiff leg, if she’ll take its
baton, if she’ll keep it moving toward
blossom, toward yellow and red
If when her time comes she’ll dwindle
to the ground like an unknown
leaf; will clover swallow her
—up! up!—into that miraculous
rise of light?!
Ahrend Torrey is a poet and painter. He is a creative writing graduate from Wilkes University in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. When he is not writing, or teaching English in New Orleans, he enjoys the simpler things in life, like walking around City Park with his partner, Jonathan, and their two rat terriers Dichter and Dova. Forthcoming in 2018, his work will appear in West Trade Review (Johnson & Wales University), and Soundings East (Salem State University) among others.