I won’t be reading poems

while you are moving and attuned

I won’t be reading poems

while you are resting

with a pose you choose

What was I thinking in the past?

Forgiveness is necessary

Too much going on already

Instead, these are the things I have for you

For us

Moving quietly and gently

 with music to our souls

Followed by our sipping hold

of hot beverage with robust tone

A circle we’ll make

You bring one poem

Any author or your self’s

 with your real dreams, not fake

Each soul takes turns

Reading aloud, one after the other

With no breaks

Adding the tranquility of a lake

Or the intensity of a quake

Attentive to each one

we will display respect

Until the muse is closed

In a circle of awe

There is a chance to mend