Spiced With Timelessness

An old woman

recalling joy –

she and I, 

arbitrarily paired.

Sipping tea,

endowing our minds

towards each other

and our stories –

giving shape

to their inquiry.

The moment

simple –

all else in the world,

less sure.

Her voice,

a prayer –

spiced with

timelessness.

I surrender

wholeheartedly

to its genuine

connotations.

. . . . .

An old woman

recalling joy –

she and I,

making connections.