This was written during a poetry workshop in Hot Springs, North Carolina. The excersize took an existing line (in this case, from Rupi Kaur) as the first line of a new poem. This is what followed.
The Recipe for Life
May 2, 2025
The recipe for life
is the high whistle of the kettle
ready for tea
as the thundercloud passes overhead.
The rain drips down the windowpane in
pitter patters of uncertainty,
potential silence anticipating a crack
that has yet to come.
The recipe for life
lies in this present moment.
What choice in way forward slips out of my mind.
Instead,
I am filled with grace
and sip from my tea cup.