Reflection by Daisy Roberts
Reflection
By Daisy Roberts
In the mornings & afternoons,
when the fog rolls in & back out
again I drink tea.
The water makes a shore of me,
lulling me in its waves.
In the wetlands, the heron steeps
his stilt leg in the water, lily pads
stir the great teeming teapot
of a body being healed. Like me,
the water has seen no better day than this one
& does not wait to cast its devotion:
shows the sky how blue beautiful
it has become, collects in its arms
the great swoop herons
tracing slow, widening circles.
The tea tells greater stories
than some talk of thistle and leaf.
Listen, listen—The water will remind you
what has been made beautiful. Look,
look over the rim of the mug,
over the great grassy edge
of the shore—
Daisy Roberts is a new Lansing resident transplanted from Columbus, Ohio. She is a poet, nature wanderer, and yoga instructor who studied Creative Writing and Spanish at Ohio State University. She loves how poetry can inspire reverence for the many mysteries that surround our daily living and how it invites us to move closer.