{"sf1_id":2216456,"sf2_id":"Rm0Db43m","title":"Poolside Bee","author":"Apolarbear17","words":309,"posted_at":"2025-01-02T20:49:46.000Z","tags":["Abstract","Bee","Poetry","Pool","Small Struggles","pondering","survival","vacation","water"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2216456-poolside-bee","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0Db43m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/27/5e/275e867f-d125-47a0-b410-8c7210df496e","description":"Usually in December I go on a trip to DR that’s become part vacation and part memorial trip for lost family. Last year was no different and that usually means a poem stemming from grief on my way back. Things were a little different this time. I wanted to write something a little less focused on the more overwhelming feelings of grief, loss, etc. that I typically write when I come back and instead make this poem about a smaller experience that still had some of those themes. It also took a little longer because December is already a rough month for me but then I got sick in the last few days of it on top of everything and that pushed this into being the first poem of the new year.","content":"\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Poolside Bee\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;By: A.X. Bueno\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n \n\nYou jumped into the pool without a second thought\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nNew bee in the pool\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nTrying hard to swim and flap those wings\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nWhat did you think would be waiting for you in here\n\n \n\nDid you expect honey or sweets that made the risk worth the hypothetical reward\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nOr was it just impulse that propelled you this way forward\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nI'd consider instinct but for a bee to jump into the pool ignores the instinct to stay alive\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nFor if you'd have stayed away from the water\n\n \n\nFlew somewhere else you might have survived\n\n \n\nLike by some sweet drink or through the air\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nBut instead you're in the water in front of me and I can't help but care\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nInterrupting my swim like plenty of bugs before\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nA few alive like you barely are and most not like your future fate\n\n \n\nI grab a plastic cup meant for the trash\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nYou're not the first bug I've felt I could scoop on up\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nAnd take on out of here to make this pool a bit more clean\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nA task I'm pretty sure is futile\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nI'm no pool cleaner and so much fell and keeps falling in\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nBut I figured I could help clean a little but the bee doesn't last\n\n \n\nToo much water and too many tiny waves kept dragging it under but it still floats the same\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nI expected as much from something so small against a pool this size\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nBut that doesn't help me or this bee that I knew couldn't be saved\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nSo I use my plastic cup to try and pick it up again and again\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nTill I succeed in getting it in to escort to a place less watery for its' grave \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;"}