Barista

There is a coffee shop in Evanston, Illinois called “Pour” that has the best herbal teas and some of the most interesting baristas in the Chicago area. Today’s draft is a moment at Pour, and clearly not much more done than the journal bits from earlier this week.

I’m listening to the barista talk about creativity

as she forgets she has my tea tray in her hands.

I fight the impulse to pull it from her hands,

to free her back into the sky where she flies

the river where she swims,

to ground her in my crone-held stillness

where her words don’t battle the making.