Bottle

Now I wonder.  This feels Buddhist-y to me.  Or some explanation of The more things change, the more they stay the same.  This is one of those things I knew I needed to write, but just exactly why, I don*t know.  Here it is.

Last night I dreamed I found a bottle

In a cornfield.

It was right where I*d left it

Last year.

Its message was the same.

I was glad to find it again.

I knew somehow,

In the meantime,

It had traveled around the world

Carried by water or wind.

Here it was again.

I knew it had circumnavigated the world,

Brought back so much more

With it

Yet

Its message was the same.

Its message,

I tell you,

Is the same.