September 8th

A solitary time I take
Intending to write, make notes and generally
Complete my chosen task.
A cup of tea
Balm and encouragement, no shame
In that, I feel.
And when the tea is drunk
I court delay, and throw the dregs
Away
Across the grass.
One drop falls, alone and soft, upon the table where I sit
I sit and watch as it soaks into the wood.
A small thing
Yet so complete, and satisfactory, somehow.
I sit and watch as it soaks into the wood.
(c) CP Brooks (08/05)