World zip by
go on your 
merry little way 
I’ll sit here 
having a tea 
party with friends 
might I introduce 
you to words
and music and 
our quiet minds 
pull up chair
sit with us 
and sip softly 
as we sing 
our many melodies 
of moments past 

Dunk dunk
and steep
so goes
my teabags 
little bath
spoon of
honey for 
my honey 
and pour
on its 
way back 
to bed 
and your 
waiting lips 
‘tis good 
oh yes
and the 
tea too

Must have 
coffee and 
kisses and 
coffee kisses 
in morning 
little morsels 
of sweetness 
and affection 
playfully bitter
creamily dreamy 
and just
a dash
and dollop 
of day

I have seen 
the kind of 
American poor that 
nobody should see
I have lived 
that kind too
as an adult 
the despair kind
the hopeless kind 
the end of 
the line kind 
and its taught 
me that kind
of hard humility 
the kind where
nobody ever laughs 
and most look
away the deep 
and hollow kind
the hard and 
cold kind that 
never warms up 
I have seen 
and I’ve lived 
and I’ve learned 

Sometimes words don’t 
come so I 
don my boots
and head upstream 
looking for whatever 
is jamming up 
the flow logs
of pain limbs
of despair or
perhaps the wellspring 
of my wellbeing 
has run dry
there it is 
rock of happiness 
let loose from 
its peaceful mountain 
and lodged itself 
at the mouth 
do I dare
to dislodge it 
to dislocate and 
disturb or leave 
it be I
and mine behind