matcha, genmaicha, sencha, bancha, kabusecha, tencha, all of the cha’s, and the list goes on and on, and you thought it was just trader’s joe’s moroccan mint, cardboard box, bits of green wrapped in plastic squares, no, the earth offers more, from india, china, new zealand, sri lanka, south carolina, taiwan, bangladesh, hawaii, fields with leafy bursts of light caffeine, subtle, translucent hot water, in a glass, a mug, on lips through throat into stomach, mind alert with awareness of dirt, warm humid rain, lots of rain, to create moments of wonder, sipping stillness.
Tag: Stillness
Timeless Universe
i’m not trying to write a good poem
this is just playful, holding a flashlight,
watching words appear on a page like
reading The Hobbit as a kid, and i can
do this, sometimes pausing to notice
shadows where dark becomes light,
a bright circle, where meaning emerges,
my handwriting, this timeless universe,
in quiet night
Daniel W. Polk 