The Central Park of a Cruise Ship

What kind of life is a cruise ship for a tree, an organism so unused to motion and dependent on a predictable set of seasons? For a bee, built for biodiversity and freedom?

How odd to see

A wayward bee

Upon a bloom

Upon a tree

Upon a ship

Upon the sea.

To live and die there

Rooted permanently,

How lonely is she?

Author's Note

Just a thought.

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

a rather charming thought, captured with simple but forceful write.

[A Decent Playwright]

Thank you!