She teaches me the meaning of poise
the open face and silent eyes
the smile, the purse, the reticent lips
She invites the silence in for tea
encourages me to fill the space between.
We leave out unnecessary ums and uhs
in favor of softer thoughts. She pulls them
like thread through a loom, and weaves her response
into the fabric of the moment.
I find myself blessing her delicate hand
in lieu of cursing this clumsy klutz
the goodness tangible in my patchwork prose
as it drapes around my shoulders.