Is it cheating? Yes, I confess. This morning's

fingers frosted, I peeked,

lifting the needle threaded chalice pall, I dropped

my dry lips near enough, the rim of the ribbed cup, 

opening my mouth asking into the - who? -

listening from the other side, the funnel for

forgiveness, please, for everything I broke

last night, for goodness and the spell of it I cast - 

hear my sorries, my dailies, my hopes dashed

transgressions, every small significant, my fault

for controlling outcomes, my desire to trespass

where I am not called

All photos and words copyright Kelly DuMar, 2016