(June 6, 2016)
Stress ate away my ability to eat,And I responded with the almighty power of a hot bath, a lilac scented candle, a book by America’s Favorite Poet, and a cup of hot tea.
As my mind delighted through Aimless Love, my worries wandered back, and I began to think of how I would be able to pay rent, and how to free myself from the weight that is life.
It began so, and soon, I was not reading at all,
Only running my eyes over shapes of print.
At the surprise of this realization,
The container slipped from my hand,
Plummeted into the tub,
And I had become one giant cup of tea.
I, through the lips of time,
Explored secret trade routs of the orient land.
And I saw myself as a nude, little sprite,
Kiss the lips of an ancient emperor,
And be the envied delicacy that
Would one day swim the harbor
As a protest to precede the
First Independence Day.