Saturday, January 7, 2012

My Tea

My tea sits alone, delightful!
The house is quiet except for the sounds of hot water pouring.
Alone in the house.
This doesn't happen often.

I can hardly contain myself it is so sweet.
I could write a book with this kind of time.
I could clean the house.
Till the garden (the weather is momentarily warm).
I could make pancakes and read books and newspapers.
I could sort through the piles of ideas and dreams that outweigh me on any given day
and make room for them to grow into,

But it's time already
for the loves of my life to return.
To bring me back to the reverie
of nonsense
and wild adventures ahead.

Cheers tea, see you....soon?

P.S. Thank you Mom. 

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