Soul's Honey

and then
when ground breaks
and the land beneath your feet
is no longer
solid
earth

it swirls and swarms as liquid does
an optical illusion
the heart drops out of the cavity of the chest
belabored breaths
heavy steps
and where the whirlwind strikes
it says
“collapse.
pour
here.

let your tears rain down
beneath the wild hive of bees.
inside the old oak tree
there you’ll find me,
the balm for any worldly wound —
is your own soul’s honey.