I used to be terrified
of getting stung by a bee.
And then, one day, it happened.
And it wasn’t as big a deal
as I’d imagined it would be.

So, I decided to stop freaking out
when bees, like this guy today, show up.
Let the bugs mind their own beeswax
and I’ll mind mine, I figured.
And I don’t think I’ve been stung since.
Or, if I have, I sure didn’t feel it.

A funny thing happens
when you stop caring about the bee,
when you stop listening to the buzz.
It takes the sting out.