Water Clocks and Thyme

Photo by Kristi Evans

Perhaps it’s when you noticed

the rays of light

invading the nurse’s dress –

standing near the window,

folding away the sheets

of the now abandoned iron bed.

Or perhaps it’s an hour earlier,

when Christ removed

the water clock from your head.

Or an hour later,

when you rediscovered

thyme,

basil and almond bread.

Or is it now

as you sit and explore your ancient sins –

a child soaking in his mother’s love

as she patiently permits him to peek

into the forbidden garden shed?

Is this the cart you ride,

unload and stow?

At what point,

at what point do you finally know?