No Words Neededd

The Place Where There Aren’t Any Words

Sometimes I talk on and on

words flowing freely

when I feel comfortable and safe

Sometimes when I am confused

by noises or anger or fear

the words go away

At first I try to talk with words that aren’t there

until

I fall into rest

exhausted

no need for words

no need for words

  -Raven Joy

Tea Story

Tea From Home

I’m growing soil

in my garden

from teabags made in
the land of my birth
five airplane hours away.
I toss the bags
label and all
into the garden
from my front porch
sometimes the string
and labels
get caught on branches
waving and disintegrating
in the air
like prayer flags.