Sweet Tea




Today’s humidity makes
even my pencil perspire—
every word of clarity turns damp
and curls up at the edges.

Insanely I sip a steaming cup of coffee:
sweat beads instantly along
my forehead.

Licking my lip I taste my interior sea;
two hikers swim by on the road,
breast-stroking in mid air.

I feel the glue that holds all the parts
of me grow soft and loosen—
soon I will drift away
in a thousand different directions.

God lifts his spoon and stirs
my sugar and cream into his tea—
smiling at the swirling circles
in his sweet, delicious
drink.