It's tea time in Topanga

we sit at the feet of grandmothers, here

made into mountains.

faces of green

peer and peak—ancestors wink, wait

& laugh. reality shivers

a well-loved tea with a friend

is a nettle-full sorcery.

quivering air shims and shakes

portal-speak

the tea cups sing— handles, swirled, whirled,

shaped like a

faerie’s ear

4

little-like, beastly hands

reach up to

two young crones

a sky

opens, shyly

to hear songs

sung