V. H. King's Ink

rhythms reset, realign:
patience and time
gears and levers 

mechanisms shift, locked: 
stronger holds 
new structures

what serves me well
must still settle: sealed
foundations, complete. 

don't go wriggling
around, down, before 
it's time. 

poke too much at what's best
left alone, you'll lose 
a finger: crushed, trapped,
starved—so stay

and wonder.

seasons bookended 
by gravestones; no longer
waiting for the call. 

candle of the day: Black Forest