Sonnet

I wait for ginger turmeric tea to cool

To feel the precipice of experience

From the plaything of another experience

The stars are wonderful and if I could

I would relive them differently

Following a well-honed conscience

Full of you and the simplicity we craved

For this life for another life hand-made

Not mass produced like simulated snow

Only the view of breath against the window

You could draw your name on

And remember then how lovely

The moment was as it still was becoming

This