Pollen
Enclosed in this space
Never seen the sky
Never seen the face
I'm waiting for my destiny
Waiting for a draft of wind
Or a bumbling bee
I'm not alone here
And I can tell
There are others near
I'm pollen and I bring plants
I fly through the air
Get stuck on your pants
And when the flower opens
I'm free
27/03/2017
published in Rennie Grove hospice care rhyme and reason 2018 diary