What was I doing when I lost my focus?

Summer heat, body resists.

I sit on the step and watch the bees

busy in lavender

losing their way. Quick flight

returning to purple blossoms

visited only a moment before,

circling.

I wonder:

Are they getting essence from a repeated flower

but the setting down, fly away

so quick

impossible to tell.

Are they like me,

losing track? Activity itself

becomes the goal

among depleted blooms.