Cucumber Water
Dear friend,
A leaf of mint is climbing out of the cucumber water,
but it’s stopped just short of the rim.
The tide will wash it back the next time one of us quenches our thirst.
If—just for a moment—we step out of time,
peace enters,
spreading her arms in welcome rest.
Keep an eye on the speedometer.
We really are going round in circles.
Or maybe it’s a spiral.
And we’re slowly ascending.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey