Pause

Stop, friend, step aside

at my favorite tavern.

This pause in the journey

may be where you were going.

Drink the nectar of
my mother's flowers,

savor the fragrance of stillness.

Her heart is a dilapidated rose

whose petals are distant galaxies

attracting bees

the size of the sun.

Are you one of them?

Your hum makes you enormous.

Yes, you've been here before,

but you were yet unborn.

Now the thirst is real

because your flesh is brown

and dusty.

I'll buy the wine,

you provide the music.

Is your body not a lyre,

your breath of gratefulness

a lyric without words?

Drink, and remember.