Considering cookie crumbs

Time comes in chocolate cookie crumbs
In poems sketched on park benches at noon

In Rose of Sharon blooms and the weekend 
sinus infection, salty saline neti-pot nausea

And the prelude pricks on my forearms
Before the blue and brooding clouds erupt

Oh steady mortal heartbeat, oh deceptive cadence
And You who turned the faucet of my body and left it dripping

That time slips so sneakily out of me now
Draining somehow to a pool of good and evil

My daylight sags with disapproval
My full moon howls to its wizened darkness

So I could never rest in peace if I were honest
So I know to call the good things blessings

Like a chocolate cookie crumbling down my shirt
Or a honey bee buzzing in the roses

And the hand that brushes the crumbs away
And the pinch that plugs a nose from sneezing