Lesson

One small victory —
did not spill tea sitting down —
one win starts the day.
It is solid, hard.
Another will come

without a warning
or a sign — comfort ignored
except now, perhaps.
Now is perfect; sip
a little tea. Rest.

Upon rising, sun.
Upon sleeping, you learn the moon
keeps watch as a sun
but weaker, cooler.
Close your eyes and rest.

So much to learn, still.
So abundant, that learning,
should you follow close.
Here is learning too,
in this cup of tea. Rest.
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onward,
T

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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