Between grayness of daybreak
And fleshness of a morning
Between already
And not yet
Between being
And existing
Lie subtleties and nuances
A pale hand of a geisha
Pours amber
Into a tiny tea cup
It’s not about thirst
Speak to me in parables
Or better yet
Don’t speak at all
The sparseness of words
Gives me second sight
©2008 Dosia McKay