When I sit here
and pat the universe
in my belly
and catch myself wanting
to be the queen bee
I pay homage
to all the other worker bees
like me,
the wisdom-tenders
in their many seats,
galaxies of wonder
unnoticed and connected.
This couch potato
in such a small sphere
does not need Oprah
for proclaiming wonder,
does not need proclamations
to feel the heat,
to know that life is here,
to feel the way we are cooking
even as it looks like nothing moves.