Warming Cup

Upon the table,
empty,
ceramic glaze
reflects the light
streaming through leaves
in rippling waves
reminiscent of steam
in their undulation,
touched by an exterior breeze.

Inside, I'm warm;
reminded of the times
this cup has held
flavor,
warmth,
fluid
pouring down my throat
between words,
phrases,
comfortable sentences
shared with you.

I feel the history,
carrying
a simple delight
of the ages,
firelight,
rough tables,
elaborate ceremonies,
conferring generals,
kings,
playing children,
lovers,
friends,
old and young....

Even now
modern hearts
wrap fingers in gentle curve,
to bask in the radiating
heat;
looking toward
change
and future,
touching tongue
to love,
philosophy,
hope,
savoring the moment.

We are joined
to them all,
you and I,
stepping into the flow
by pouring
steaming liquid
and resting
for a time,
companions to the world.