PURE INTENTIONS

Sweet and sour,
is the power premeditated,
alone, they lay idle,
simple ingredients of no effect,
until toil alters the meaning,
creating something sugary or tart.

Nature workers mine the syrup stickiness
without conversation
while humanity must think and plan
to produce either by his choice,
which is normally based on his mood.

And in his saner moments
he actually blends the two together
as a curative means to many ills.

But the bee merely only cares about the comb,
doesn’t need to complicate life
with plotting something fermented
from his daily labors.

Meanwhile man can at least
learn to be so creative with his possibilities.

Sometimes you need a little vinegar it seems
in order to enjoy the honey,
although the insect never has to fret
how to use what he makes.

Perhaps heaven’s subtle smile
comes from knowing
mortals will never find happiness
unless learning to use with both extremes,
even if it takes a lifetime
just to manage deciding how.