Bees

I have bees,
fleeting,
small,
difficult to grasp.

They are quantum bumble bees,
winking in and out of existence.

Flashing from a very small bang in my mind.
Appearing, disappearing at will,
raising ideas that occasionally crash,
releasing creative energy.

If the bees were in a box, I could not measure them,
except for the occasional flotsam and jetsam,
that rises to the surface and expands,
to yield incidental thoughts.

If I opened the box and measured,
The bees would loose existence,
and Schrödinger would laugh inside.
An escape that could not be reversed.

I will treasure the bees, and not loose them.
I will accept their honey and share the sweetness.

I have bees,
fleeting,
small,
difficult to grasp.

I wish there were more of them.