2026-11-07 · theme: treatment · alludes to Revelation 22:1
A basin fills at the kitchen sink, slow under a weak tap. Saturday work: the cloth, the wound, the patient rinsing of what the week has carried in. Nothing is healed by hurry. The clean thing arrives through someone's hands, through minutes no one will count. There is a river somewhere that needs no effort. Here, I lift the pitcher. I pour. The water finds its way down. The room goes quiet.
Composed today.