The Deborah Number*

by Deborah Walker

What is the dimensionless number of fermented honey?
The viscosity of unctuous syrup,
slipping into the minds of
the bee maidens?
The entheogenic nectar of the gods,
the hallucinogen sliding
along their hive comb minds,
over-flowing into divination?
Bee maidens flying from past to future, gliding on the sticky sweet.
Flow like mountains between time.
Into the present, alight with their Delphic smiles,
knowing that to read the future is never to change it.


*Note: The Deborah Number is the dimensionless number denoting the fluidity of materials under specific flow conditions