My Cup Of Tea Poem by Robert Creffield

Maybe there's an intelligence that guides the smile
serving the brain to think it's all worthwhile.
Maybe the smile seeks a mate not to love but to fascinate.
Maybe the smile opens a path where your natural self is camouflaged.
Maybe the smile reverses the mirror, first the suave you then the sinner.
Maybe the smile suggests a weakness, a returned pressure of touch, a nervous laugh too much.
Maybe the smile completes the ring of wondering where you're going and where you've been.
Maybe the smile defines the you in me, not a complication or an unsolved mystery, but a bright path of light in the grey slate sky of uncertainty.