Convergence, the unusual and sometimes-never-known essence of a life in perfect pitch---if even for a moment. |
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Honey in the WoodsThere are times in life, each life and every life,when it all comes together When the base metals configure themselves for a day or a year or ten, to form a compound of peace so sweet, it’s like finding honey in the woods And I’ve wasted those times for the most part, casting their precious moments aside in conjecture over whether they would last, or were ever really good enough, or would be there again tomorrow But I waste them no more Honey-trees are come upon unexpectedly A taste so sweet it begs me to savor, if only for the moment of its miracle And I must confess, I’ve never found one At least not in the woods and yet I know they’re there, in reality and metaphor Metaphor will do, you get my drift and when your honey-tree appears, lay back and savor, try not to look ahead Taste the sweetness of life in that moment However long, let it wrap around your tongue, a found thing, like honey in the woods |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |