An Hour

An hour is a fruit of time; 

Runs as horse and stops as tortoise.

 

Be ripe or unripe, sour or sweet, hail or spoil.

Permitted or prohibited here and there.

 

Cultivated and harvested.

Written in pale sheet, closed by ties.

 

Mend iron into gold and diamond into dust.

Soaks the wine out of the heart; 

 

Soothes the year's thirsty 

Or buries the pain or forever tragedy!

 

A journey of joinery; 

 Whether spiritual or physical, dream or reality.

 

Pulls to hell or Paradise.

Thorn of some and blooms a few. 

 

Now, walks on tenderfoot,

And only by sixty minutes.