Saturday, July 02, 2016

The Honey White Crystaled On The Spoon

the honey white crystaled on the spoon
seems luxury enough and heaven
when you're down to your last few

slices of bread, a tub of rancid butter.
but look, in the ice box, thought long dead.
suddenly, this jar of honey;

o small apartment wilderness
by miracles fed.
this forgotten jar

I would break open at yourr feet, oh Christ,
knowing who you are
providing for me

in what the neighbors label,
my improvidence.

mary angela douglas 2 july 2016