Looking at what surely must be the heavens..

A girl goes to the market to buy tea and can’t decide which one to get, so she buys them all.

I had the idea for the beginning of this poem in Darjeeling, India in 1998, but then I couldn’t find the right end for it until May of 2006, by a lake in Colorado…

An insight into my one true passion.

It’s what gets me out of bed in the morning.