Honeycomb Taster

Honeycomb drips through my fingers
Sticky waxy and golden
I bring to my mouth
Savoring the sweet taste
I close my eyes
Each bite better than before
Licking my fingers at end
I proclaimed it was the best batch
For grandpa to sell at the market


I Sit and Ponder

I sit and ponder
To no great wonder
Why you and I are here?

Deep in thought
For which I tried not
What thoughts I could try to spare.

Why the world is so big
That you could fit many boat rigs,
Holding many souls so dear.

I am one so small among many
I feel loss among any
Who are above getting plenty.

So I continue to ponder
Before mind goes asunder.