cob web on dark branch in woods
The Heretic’s Creed
—Byron Hoot

I believe in waiting to listen
so I hear, in watching so I
see, in following invisible 
sign in order not to misread what
promises cannot be kept.
I believe the speed of deliberation
immeasurable being both fast and slow,
appropriate to time and circumstance
and what I can and what I can’t do –
I am my own limitation and,
therefore, the knower of my freedom.
 And love, that which enables everyone,
everything else to be; without it
all is fantasy neither real nor dream. 

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  • In poems like this one, and others of late, Byron Hoot is giving new energy to the sonnet form, making it relevant for 21st century readers.

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