Invisible Muse

By Sharon Lia Robinson

invisible unknown muse
I feel your presence
as I write today

and yesterday too
a gift
I wonder at this mystery

a glance
a gust of wind
mysterious known yet unknown

strange silent guest
your arrival greets the winter
I sense you absorb the cold

then the green sensha tea
and rice cakes
at 4:OO pm

I seem to be
sharing the afternoon
tea with a special friend