Salty Resting

Eating flaky sea salt straight from the bag . . .
I got rid of my purple plant, kept only a cutting,
Appreciate each hair on its leaves,
      for what?


I cling to this dusty sun lit leaf hair, this moment,
To escape the racing turbulence of possible
moments,
      planning, cleaning, doing, sharing, waiting, checking, . . .


I appreciate more leaf hairs, taste more salt,
Because you agreed to appreciate this, so
Thanks for carrying me,
      as I rest here.


I wish I shared every leaf hair, and since I can’t,
I wish unshared appreciations could taste like shared ones.
Do you also fear the turbulence
      that marks the end of
           a moment
           a poem
           appreciation ?

It has been five minutes. Thank you ever so bever so much.