"Cuppa"

(Composed in the late afternoon
of November 17, 2009).

Walking through the front door
Thoughts swirling in my mind,
Bubbling to the surface like the
Effervescent fizz of a champagne bottle.

Like soap suds rushing to the drain
At the end of a long, hot bath,
So these thoughts flood my mind
Once the rumbling pressure of noise
At the end of day is finally uncorked.

And as a cuppa soothes and warms
The frostbitten, weary traveler,
So such pause for contemplation,
The cold, stiff corners of the soul.