There is

There is even time
to take a bucket and a trowel
over to the March creek
to spoon a cache of stones
the size of jewels for a ring

and rinse the in the cold rush
within a screen mesh
so I might fill, when they are dry,
the flat black bowl you gave me
for my own Zen garden

losing myself when I rake it
within my own present
as I did a few moments just now
gathering the tiny minutes
that endlessly make their way down to me
to use or keep
for my own reflection.

DDD / March 1, 2023