shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Judy Clarence



To water, re-water
the long-dead plant,
to prod the still spider
in the dripping shower stall,
to see the fallen spire
re-emerge against the clouds,
to wonder who's under
the cemetery stones—
all are measurements of hope
that what's gone is not really
gone, just waiting for the flood,
the flash, the movement back,
ahead, to sometime,
some time, any time but now.