I sat
with fear
what a
cackling hen
taunting teasing 
laughing at 
almost everything 
even the 
unfunny things 
fear left
courage came 
and we
sat quietly 
sipping tea 
nodding and 
saying nothing 
I know 
now who
is welcome 
here again 

Such little 
things these
sips and 
sugar cubes 
bits of 
sweet meant
to signal 
or change 
one or 
maybe two 
making both 
easier to 
warmly enjoy 

I have 
no idea
what anyone 
will like 
which is 
why I
write everything 
which is 
why I 
love everyone 
and let 
others choose 
for I
trust them 
much more 
than I 
trust myself 

Be the brook
from which others 
drink the river 
in which others
move and the 
ocean in which 
others are born 

It’s never 
love that
leaves but 
the wind 
you see
love is
a tree
and the 
thing that 
makes love 
grow beyond 
itself is 
the wind 
love brings 
when it 
breathes two