Joyelle McSweeney

 

Tea-Strainer

Leaf-keep, un-sibyl; if the soul 

Has the weight of a swallow, what less 
Has the weight of a sip? You equal 
This riddle, unposed in your dish 
As a hand at rest in a lap. Held to, 
You hold back what can't be 
Prevented, what's no more palatable 
For that: the unfine; formerly, our future.