There’s a wasp between my fingers
and a bee behind one ear,
Two slugs above my eyelids
and a bird’s nest in my hair.
My body is a tree trunk
my mind a crooked path,
My life juice is a river
my feelings are a raft.
Fulfilling earth’s intention –
imperfect and impure,
with love as my redemption,
intuition at my core.
aplaceforpoetry 
Ah! Beautiful! Wish you a smooth sail always !!
🙂
It might be the wrong time to mention that I got stung between my second and third fingers and the resulting swelling made me look as if I were wearing a baseball mitt. Got a day off work though. 🙂
Ouch!
Indeed so. I got to the age of 20 before I got stung then trod barefoot on a wasp. Things went on from there.