Bridget Herbig

Time slows
Oozing at a honey's pace
Each moment devoured and held in beautiful amber stasis. 

Colors remain true
Held in permanence by the golden substance that is life. 
Slowly swirling in their capsules accompanies by sounds, textures, and feelings. 

One tablespoon of honey is a warm reminder that I'm alive. 
It holds me in place, this saccharine glue, 
Reminding me of where I was, who I am, and what I have foreseen.