In the turn of time
I come around to notice
how much I am like my husband,
how much he is like my father,
how much all the pointless
moments of annoyance in my past
have been just that

I picture the extraction of honey,
the breaking of the wax capsules,
the sweet liquid
flowing out reluctantly

I am as unsure
how this is well accomplished
as I am how to release
the bright life light
from the capsules
of all these constructs

Yet I know
there are ways, both gentle
and heat-filled,
in which this happens,
and even right now my life
with all that is sealed away
and all that’s messy
still drips sweetness.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 21, 2017