April 22, 2023Cold Tea
Come upon later,
like a dream recalled at lunchtime.
Dark as deep water, bone cold.
Where is she now, the woman
who poured into a white cup?
She was standing on the lip
of the whole river with her plan
when the current called her and she had to
go: answer the knocking
that she in her not-knowing
called interruption.
from #34 - Winter 2010