WE FIND HONEY OTHERS MISS By Catherine Abbey Hodges reads the H&R Block sign. It’s April of course and I’m charmed by this as I am by the scrawl of early lilacs in the alley. Even when I realize I’ve mistaken an M for an H, it’s a slip neither Freud nor I mind, a mistake I’m happy to have made. Decades, really, of error and blunder are how I’ve found honey in the least likely places, where bees had no business, and how, eating it raw by the spoonful or sucking it straight from the comb, I’ve gone places I had no business going. My dear mistakes are how I found my life.
Catherine Abbey Hodges’ most recent book is In a Rind of Light (Stephen F. Austin State University Press 2020). She is the author of two previous full-length collections: Instead of Sadness, selected by Dan Gerber as winner of the 2015 Barry Spacks Poetry Prize, and Raft of Days (2017). www.catherineabbeyhodges.com
Anke Hodenpijl says
Absolutely love the flow and story of this poem. Mistakes are how I found my life . . . such a dear, dear line.
Catherine Abbey Hodges says
Anke, I’m so glad you enjoy this poem! Thanks for taking the time to say so.