Poem: the winds indulgence

the winds indulgence teaches us nothing
a sentence will fall through, still,
replace
need,
     circumstance

an opportunity to stand on its own

what is hidden under
  not knowing how the brim of a thing can entice or enduce a labour

minimalism: how one prepares for a day
packs purpose into meaning

sits on the edge of a bed.      folds ideas into heated things

the light that survives consumes the next step