The making of Honey

Rostislav Kralik

The making of Honey

“Oh I is so tire honey”

My mama worked “in

clothes” that’s the way

she liked me to say it –

Once I peeked in after

school when I sat on

the bench in the front

of the store and waited

for that opening of the

door that would spill

her out. Once I peeked -

and there she was lining

up a row of shirts so -

straight and fine I could

have taken my grown-up

-engineer-self’s level to it

and a bubble would have

floated just perfectly -

Back then on that day –

could have been any day

“Oh I is so tire honey”

lingered in the air sweet

mysterious and sacred

as a Latin service I heard

once – ending with a bell

shimmering like a tear -

Everything come together

in the hot steamy waiting

to a discrete symbol -

A simple element on

the periodic chart of

our life together –
ever remembered