Dear Person

Do you remember

collecting honey from the honey

suckle flowers?

They grew in tangled vines

on fences. They secreted sweetness.

To find the bead of amber was

microscopic, dissection:

a severed pinch of the seam, where

yellow powder petals merge,

and then a pull—

the thickest string

like candlewick. Honey

a hole through which light

shines. In a jar, we piled

each spot of sweet seeping into

the spot of sweet before.

Like holding a breath

our jar grew full.

Sweetness in accumulation:

the honey lit.