Molasses Slow

Written by an Image Bearer of the Living God.

When the words are slow

like molasses:

Squeezed from the cane

through a smooth,

wooden,

hand-carved chute

by the circular power

of a team working.

A Jack and

a Molly.

Frothy, green juice

heated to boil

and boil and boil and boil.

Then, dark and thick

through the spigot dripped

into waiting jars:

     Mason,

     jelly,

     pickle,

     anything glass.

And all I can think of

are Grandma’s hands

that held the fork

that combed through the butter.

The mashed union

of cane and cow offerings,

smeared on Momma’s biscuits.

And the look on Grandma’s face

as she closed her eyes

and chewed.

Real slow-like.

Don’t miss the savor for the rush, child.

Molasses slow words

-goodly words.

Just close your eyes

and chew.