the clock on the wall,
time did not apparently shatter –
but a small rift was made.
or so it feel like it.
the Christmas cactus is in bloom.
it was from a cutting of a cutting of my Mother’s –
what, like 10 years ago?
and yet again, 5 days ago buds appeared – it bloomed, today.
How does it still know?
It is covered with little green tree frogs –
perhaps they tell it –
i wouldn’t know, i have no sense of time anymore.
The largest of the frogs –
(still smaller than my thumb)
Jumps as i enter the porch –
who cares about the timing –
have faith –
take the leap.
(they tell me You bloom in the light)