The Bucket

Today is just a drop in the bucket.
How full must the bucket get for me
to tip it over or to karate kick it?
There’s no telling the amount of rain
that will come. The drops will fill
buckets – faster than eyes blink –
but slower than brains think –
definitely faster than ships sink.
Today is just a drop in the bucket:
a drop sending ripples through
untouched waters I once knew.
Buckets hold life; we hold buckets.
That is something I cannot forget.

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