Scoop

I hear you sometimes from a veil.
I swear on the heads of those all around me.
Link arms with a stranger on the subway:
hold on to me,
this is a scary ride, a scary place.
Morning is one scoop peanut butter
one scoop raw honey
two cups coffee.
The rays of light are sandwiched
between you and me
and miles and miles.
Forget the things you'll
do when you get back.
What are you up to now?