The secure test of hammocks

Never alone when we read,

always alone when we write.

Worst fear

is can't afford

a lessor one either.

A lesson is what prevents

a lessor one

from climbing the list.

I sin less in the kitchen

than other rooms,

the eye consumed

with small beads of air

in the honey.

The ghost of mama's spoons

whisk me away.

I have a minute

to pen a poem.

I have a pen,

just a minute,

it's a poem.

Early encompasing dark,

the Devil would say perpetual,

sunlight warmer through glass

and the grace to set ink

on a page, proves its not.

Time with,

time for,

all secondary queries to

Who is time from ?

A day of blue

sun baked

I've been drinking it all day

as He fills the cup.

What we did to someone here,

not even a footnote

to what He did to get us clear.