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There Was Only Tea

A transcendent moment with a teapot

“Tea.” Photo ©Erika Burkhalter

I lost myself today, mid-pour, in a stream of tea.
Halfway between spout and cup, the sun
caught hold of that golden brew.

And, for a breath or two,
nothing moved.

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Erika Burkhalter

Erika Burkhalter

Photographer, yogi, cat-mom, lover of travel and nature, spreading amazement for Mother Earth, one photo, poem or story at a time. (MA Yoga, MS Neuropsychology)

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