Each short stanza in this poem offers a small, odd shift in how we see ordinary things. Noon is "part bees," as if the brightest, busiest hour of the day hums with living insects. Dark candles "make the night," which flips the usual idea that candles push darkness away. Instead, darkness seems to be something they help create. Both images come with "they say," so the speaker is passing along strange sayings rather than stating facts, and that gives the lines a folk-wisdom feel.
Then the poem turns personal: "from her smile / I smile." The mood softens here. It's a simple, warm moment of feeling passed from one person to another, and it suggests the speaker is moved by someone close to them.
The last stanza reads like a gentle instruction. If we always sit in a box, we should lose the boxes. The earlier surprises seem to lead here: stop sticking to fixed categories, and let things mix. The overall mood is playful, open, and quietly affectionate.