Poem: Water and Honey

Preservation-Blake-Little-7Water flows downstream. Water seeks the nadir.

Honey does, too.

But whereas water finds crevasses and depressions,

Filling all the little lacunae,

Seduced by gravity and soaked in its own enthusiasm,

Honey journeys won’t be assimilated.

They conclude only when you can’t get any lower,

When you stumble into a ceaselessly bleak pit of despair,

when the light all around you has been extinguished and nothingness seems like a good idea.

Water disappears and reappears and reorganizes itself into shape-shifting vales.

Honey cannot evaporate, and neither can you.

 

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