Tunneling for Daylight

My first mistake, which I make soon after arriving at my studio, is to confuse the insect resting on the doormat for the hornets swarming the broken light fixture above my door. The hornets have made a nest there and are flying in and out, navigating the splayed wires hanging from the lamp’s tubular neck, which is open to the elements. The hornets are what to worry about, even though they haven’t noticed me yet, not specifically. I am a peripheral disturbance, an odor that sends them swaying to an ancient choreography.