my body settled down into the day, a teabag
steeping in the air, gold shadows from my skin
sliding off into the minutes. an exchange of herb
and watery time bloating my heart with fragrance,
i change what is around me, am being changed.
the cabbage leaves cocoon the ground meat
and cheese, peasant’s food to stretch the life
out of the ground. steeping in sauce the color of rubies,
things are richer when they soak.
I’m working to write poetic fragments every day, drawn from moments of experience.