Tea With Kristy

   

"I'm lazy," she said,

"I just can't bring myself

to meditate."

"Maybe diving deep

into Being Lazy

is your meditation," I said.

She sipped her green tea

but not so quietly

as to avoid a slurp

of thanksgiving.

I said, "I'm just
a poetry bum.

I can't bring myself

to do anything useful."

She said, "Maybe diving
deep into Uselessness
is where poems come from.”

Her tea was brewed

so subtle and clear.

I didn’t know how 

to make that wabi slurp

of gratitude.

But there was a tear
of perfect silence in my eye,
and one in hers.
Without trying, we savored
the scent of emptiness,
which gave us the energy
to turn the planet green
and polish the moon
and guide the stars home.
But all we did was dance.