Overflow

Drop by drop,

have I allowed it,

with patience to gather the nectar,

letting go of the need,

to bend time to do my bidding.

Step by step have I walked,

with one and two and then some more,

falling, rising, tired and hungry,

resting now and then,

proceeding with fresh vigour and renewed ardour.

Time has passed, those moments gone,

the drops have given way

to more that flows,

through my life, through my veins and look, behold,

my cup runneth over.