Dream Cup

By Ron Bearwald

Each morning I reach for the dream cup as she did.

“Dream”, etched among the tea stains just below

Where her lips touched the edge,

Contradicts the absence I feel.

 

The cup is the well I visit now,

With residue of honey from previous cups

To sweeten my imaginings parched by loss.

Will my sips be a threshold to dream?

 

I hold the cup to my lips long enough

For the warm aroma to rally my senses

From their rigor of mournful apathy,

And plead welcome to love again.

 

One more sip that restores.

One more sip that beckons.

One more sip that consents

To belonging again.

Ron Bearwald is a career educator, former school district CEO, university professor and department chair, certified leadership trainer and mentor, author, and emerging poet. His love of writing was first discovered at Beloit College , and refined at the University of Illinois, and Indiana University. He has been published in Natural Life, American Trails, and Educational Leadership. Most recently, his poetry has been accepted for publication by Last Leaves, Macrame Literary Journal, Blue Rivers Publishing, and Paddlers Press. Ron resides in suburban Chicagoland near his five children and five grandchildren. He can be contacted at 1dayatatime@att.net