Song of the Ascending Worker Bee
by Guinevere Campbell

At work, while the moon waxes,
I wane.
Yet excitement builds within.
So much promise and depth to life,
so much neglected and hidden from concrete view.
I have a life’s work to do
but little time.
How can we excuse to waste it upon this crime
of empty work?

It cannot continue,
and it shall not.
Sacrifice will be made.
Fears outworn
by the persistent call of ever more.
So much much more there is to this life
than idly “getting by.”