Today I was driving home from the library.
As I began, I saw
A bee that had landed
atop my window shield.
It wasn't until after my initial reaction -
until after I had turned on the wipers,
just for a moment -
That I realized how helpless it had looked:
pinned to the window,
(hadn't simply landed there)
wings fluttering pathetically,
struggling beneath the wind.
And I realized -
Despite my fear of bees,

I wish I hadn't turned on the wipers.