Every biome or space in nature or land has a particular carrying capacity for what can be taken from it without removing the stability found there.  Also, for how much life and of what kinds it can support.  But, for this poem, the point is what may be taken without bringing ruin.

In A Honeyed Land
by Michael Romani

Macro and micro act in concert
In a honeyed land filled with beauty and hurt
Cultivation of bees is a near forgotten art
And frames the bigger truth of the ways of the heart

The world is so often thrown off by greed
That rises above any real human need
A Macedonian outcrop offers its honey
Part of sustenance and part for money

Life can become a burden in its longevity
And while life is nice, it can become misery
Particularly nestled into remarkable intimacy
Where ecology has become as if one with the family

A salve for the loneliness of an isolated existence
Becomes a spiral of chaos in its persistence
Taking half allows for abundant life to sustain
But, for some, there is not will to refrain

Life doesn't come with voice over narration
Sometimes bad things happen without explanation
It's just that even the most peaceful places of inference
Can become troubled and destabilized by human interference

(c) July 30, 2019  Michael Romani
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