Hive

The room is filled

with late-day light.

We sip our coffee

inside a genie's lamp

inside a honeybee hive

Paper cranes dot the table,

lay across the floor

like tipped over canoes.

made from grocery lists

love notes

and reminders

Slanted writing on wings and belly.

You help me thread twine through

the sharp neck folds--

they hang like animal-clouds

above our heads.

the room with honey light

paper

coffee

and flightless thought