Yellowjacket

Yellowjacket

A yellowjacket caught up
Trapped in an open cell
Of a window with blinds

Screams to be liberated
Never turning to see release
In anger pounding the glass

Trapped to dance and buzz
Spinning so that she can not see
Clearly the exit of salvation

She will wither and dry
The sun baking her clean
To rest upon my sill

In the sunlight she is stilled
Quieted until the cracking body
Is lifted with tissue and broken

Thrown away for her inability
Knowing not when and where
To be quiet and calm

I am a yellowjacket
Learning to be still.


Kimberly L. Stansfield