Making Tea


Breaking through night clouds

A paper fan,

Here the smell of things

Our pillows, the dregs of rain

All in a kettle.


Sneaking past

A moth escapes

A rain shower


Yawning Breeze

Deep in the mist

All mine

Red hot coin

Please, please inside

My house is yours,

Hang your masks on the wall

Throw away your armour

The neighbors don’t mind the clatter

They’re all deaf, you see

Their silence hangs

Like a red hot coin, straight from the fire;

A star hanging over them

From it a thousand beam of illuminationĀ 


You’re in the water

While I’m standing on the shore

Why do I feel your voice

Taking in my air.

I’d put you in a frame

But you flicker as the light fades

Falling away, like rain.