Poem :: Nomadic Bumblebee

Bumblebee taking flight in reserved hum 
Beige backpack, a third of his weight and then some 
Sweet nectar wafts with new tastes and sounds
Waiting patiently to be found 

Worn dog-eared map lead the way
Chances taken on places to stay
Touts persistently kept at bay
Without plans or schedules is the way

Attempts to communicate in languages other his own
Phrase book, gestures, intonations cloned
Untamed proboscis eager to taste
Heart and mind wide open in haste

He may be forever nomadic in life 
One day he will return to the hive