the clock on the wall,

fell off,

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.

christmas cactus  and frogs

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)

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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