"All the world are good and agreeable in your eyes"

I think honey may be one of my favorite things.

I don’t use it often, but when I do, I am awestruck. By honey.

How it falls across a surface, slow and strong. 

Best of all, it refuses to be tamed. While it may sit packaged in a grocery, contained perfectly, when torn open, it is immediately wild. The Huck Finn of shelf life.

Once its released, it sets in own path. Amber and clasping. 

Yet when tasted, when sap and saliva mingle, it transforms. Huck Finn thins until it is the mild Jane Bennet.

Illuminated by light, flushed and transparent.