An hour spent on the porch

Will bring more breath

To my soul than the

Shared look, knowing the

Deepest everythings, between friends,

More mind to my words

Than a hundred books that

Bleed out their makers’ deepest

Thought wrapped pretty in the page,

More self than the nights

I’ve spent hunched like an

Ancient hermit over God’s

Opaque intentions on top

The tallest mountains.