Stone

This doubt I would heft as a stone
from the other side of heaven
I waffle in my aim
and again weigh,
glimmer at the mooring
of faith
with narrow gaze sidelong
and sit
lone
upon a hill of beans.

A rock rough with the
intimate carvings
of an alien failure

testing the weight
a flicker, a breath
my wrist sore with indecision
palm rusting into iron flakes
as again i weigh

the space between us.