“Bea”
Bea
The swan lands, awkwardly gliding
into water among strangers, among friends.
On the far horizon, the ponds edges
kiss coy stars, lurking in the dusk.
The swan gracefully turns her long neck;
her eyelids close softly — contentedly.
A world escapes behind veils of thin skin;
the murmur of voices fades to silence.
Gently, the elegant bird tucks her beak
under her wing and lets peace take her.
4.26.2009
Written 26 April 2009 in Anchorage, Alaska.
Brian Fuchs, “Bea” from Okie Dokie (Scissortail Press, 2019)

I’m into tea again. I didn’t really ever stop, but I had been drinking really mediocre teas for a while and it just wasn’t the same. Not everyone agrees, but I love Republic of Tea. We got in another tea order in (because apparently Alaskans love tea a lot) and I couldn’t resist. I got me a couple tins of white teas and one rooibos.