Stalagmite Meets Stalactite

Finally, Stalagmite meets stalactite

but is it worth those endless boring drips?

What now? There is no turning back

drip, drip, drip.

That day the bird flew out the window.

I walked along the mica path,

and there it was! Just sitting on a limb

not knowing yet it was lost.

Are these the holy incidents that coalesce the days

into a life, with apple leaves and juniper?

I saw time come to a boil the other day.
They said it wouldn’t, but it did.