Becoming the Tea
– Joyce Carol Thomas
Brown honey and broom wheat tea
Sweetwater, Daddy calls me
Liquid ambrosia with fire
“Be careful what you
ponder,” Granny smiles,
“Over a cup of steaming leaves
for it will surely come to pass.”
So I think on
joy, love, peace,
patience, grace
Yet I’m sometimes
impatient, sad, angry,
awkward
But like the steeping brew
Then longer I stand
The stronger I stay
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