Reverent Rite of Honey by Careena
Something so lovely,
every few weeks,
about the ritual of pouring honey
from the giant jar from the cupboard
into its everyday container.
Something eternal and pagan.
Makes one feel so comforted, as if
there are adequate stores for the winter.
And then the little squeezy-bottle
makes a rude air-expelling noise
and ruins the whole thing.