Tuesday Poem

Plenty of Time

…… “The best tasting cup of coffee is the one you don’t have
time to finish,” sighed Mother.
……”That’s true of a great many things,” father said from the
hammock.
……”Would you say it’s true of marriage?” asked Mother.
……Father pondered, while Mother brought them both tall
glasses of iced tea with lemon.
……Sipping slowly, Father remarked. “It doesn’t seem to be
true of this iced tea. Even though I have plenty of time, it
couldn’t be more delicious.”
……”Maybe time never runs out,” Mother ventured. “Maybe
it just melts last, like ice cubes.”
……Father shifted in his hammock. The wind moved him back
and forth just enough so he didn’t have to ask for a push.

by Nancy Lagomarsino
from
Sleep Handbook
Alice James Books, 1987