Milk and honey

 

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

 

It is enough to fill you up,

I pour it all from the pitcher of milk

Into a glass filled half way with honey

I just don’t know when to top

To keep it from running over

And oozing down the sides.

I know don’t know if I can stop this

After having stoked this up

And caused it to flow,

You don’t stop a boulder

You set rolling down a hill

By running in front of it,

You just let it roll

Yet I feel run over by it anyway,

Feel each drip of milk

As it slips out the spout,

Wondering at what mixture it makes

When it makes with you

Do I stir it or let it settle?

Do I keep pumping it up?

And pour it in?

Should I ask you to taste it

To see if it tastes right?

And do I ask if anything else

Came come of this –

Some higher purpose

For all the energy we expend

The milkmaid and the milkman

Churching up this concoction

To make butter,

Or perhaps it is enough to church

Both letting the stone roll

Or the broth drip over

The edges.