There are six sides to everything
She said
Just ask the bees
I believed her
She’s my mother
She didn’t tell me how seeing that way
Has a ripple effect
I found that out for myself
Slowly
Suddenly
Whenever I get tunnel vision
And the world becomes a kaleidoscope
You see
Which is okay
If you’re okay standing
Transfixed by the scattering light
Otherwise it is just wave
On clearform wave
Of honeycomb
Without the honey