Tea* By Nancy Schatz Alton
I begin with tea heated in two cups.
I read the poems out loud while it steeps.
I steep my brain in words, sift, stir & speak.
I sing the song in spoken verse.
I try to make a song that sticks,
that feeds me the way tea feels.
The tea feels soft, lining my throat with fruit.
Remnant of your words that hope for love
end in this song: tea steeped, words spoken: a new poem
I begin with love: I end with tea for work & this verse.
*Written after reading Jericho Brown’s poem “Duplex (I Begin With Love)”