Picnic with a Hornet

I dine mindfully
on the porch
without a phone
or a book.

A hornet patrols
the ceiling,
watching me
into the moment.

I memorize the poem
behind closed eyelids—
in between her wings
and stinger.

By Kristin Yates

Kristin Yates is home-grown from the backyard, flora and fauna rooting inside the wilderness trail of Lewisville, NC. Her poetry has previously appeared in Salem College’s Incunabula and also in The New Verse News. Her work can be found at: https://www.instagram.com/beautefantasy/