As the world begins to mourn
your departure
flags lowered
obituaries floating
...
I was writing a poem
halfway gone.
When she came in and said
'time to leave'.
...
To millions in Venezuela their
sun set earlier today. Never
to rise tomorrow or the day after.
I stand here with them saying
...
Pouring Tea
Pouring tea
is a simple act
measured and rhythmic
The flow fills
the cup with tea
the teapot with emptiness
Pouring tea
is a simple act
like breastfeeding
the flow fills
the baby with milk
the breast with love
Pouring tea
is a simple act
like making love
the empty and the filled
meet in the flow
in a single moment
they empty each other
and then fill
The flow fills
always.