on the surface of the tea, a moon

tilt the cup, pour it into your hand

gently gently hold it there

resting in silent contemplation

fold it into your heart

it has always been there

shining unseen on a hidden shelf

behind the little stones we gather

to throw in all directions but mostly back at ourselves

not realizing these conceal such light

don’t forget to finish the tea

wash the cup and put it away

who knows what the next time will bring