4  The Utopia Tea Room and not beyond


Not near, vision is
The other side, bright
Under the dark sky

Does this tell us what?
This might be our home
Maybe just put there
Brightness holds out in spots

Nothing glows really
All reflected dully, or not
Like off the pouring spout of water
Twists and shines for morning

Can we live then, in those bright sparkles, or
In some more social presence
Lubricated within the dullness through touch
Alone?

Constant and actual presence
Can I get you a cup of tea then?
Can I get you
A cup of tea

Yes thank you
I would love that
Please just
Now