A Cup of Tea

Writing does what words cannot

When stuck between our lips and tears.

when hovering on the tip of our tongue

Or pressed between our aching throat.

The words are there expanding, pressing

Forming sentences in our mind.

But words mean nothing to the receiver

When trapped behind a seal so tight. 

So to the pen and to the paper

Our words are aching to escape.

And so the ever thoughtful behavior

Of writing when our bodies ache.

We write hellos 

We write goodbyes

We write to those always away. 

We write of joy

We write of pain

We write until we speak again. 

And just like that our words or’flow 

Just like a simple cup of tea.

When pouring out from our mind

And flowing through the ready hand.

The flow of words is beautiful 

Whether spoken, written down, 

But when the spoken flow is still

Writing does what words can’t bear. 

Written March 5th, 2024