The coffee shop woman, usually so full of radiant light,
had heavy eyes and when I asked why she
told me first about how things had grown
so dire back home, with no fuel or food, and she
couldn’t reach her family. In place of fear
she then smiled and asked me what she
could get for me, darling, because aren’t
we lucky to be here, today.
Aren’t we lucky
to be ordering a cup of tea. Steeped
in a momentary understanding.
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Note: not my photo; downloaded from pixabay.com
caroline ridgway 