However you look at it
there was a humming sound
that disappeared
and all the bees started to act weird.
But however you look at it: there was no one to blame.
And I dance around in silence
in the absence of a language I was once born with
And I slowly decipher what it is
that they are all whispering, demanding, singing;
And I sing back
I scream back.
And I am silent, sometimes, reticent, of the songs
echoing the same tattling tales.
There is no one to blame, you see
I try, and I fail.
It’s a hopeless endeavour
when honey is in famine
And I’m famished for something that doesn’t
ask me to placate and shrink and truncate
all the symphonies that I have prepared.
So, I gasp and I spend time with the silence
I let it dwindle in anguish because
however you look at it, there is one person to blame.
And it’s easier to be the blamed, sometimes
a little bit of clarity
a little bit of a voice I recognise
before it all evaporates, once again
as we drown, dancing to a cacophony of tunes.
However you look at it
you should stop looking at it
and close your eyes
and let it take over you
the same way that the moon does
even when you don’t see it.
Until one day
the bees decide to return.
Tara Aghdashloo
Nov 19 2021