Coffee in Cumbaya

Coffee, cardamom and ice

Agua purificada in small glasses.

Mundane and sacred entwine

Symbols rife in dreams and dreams called down

As I sip Andean air.

Soul makes space for mystery,

Greets her as sister

As they sit to mischief and spirits,

To the casting of stones and threading of fates

Journeys unfurl beyond their table.

Hearts woven together

Destinies shaped

Courage laid down for the picking up

Lessons woven in cords that scratch and clash

A winding shifting tapestry.

My soul makes space for mystery

Greets her as sister.

They clasp hands

Laugh together til tears flow to rivers.

I call all of my selves

To this form and this time

To delight

In coffee, cardamom and ice.

• Sheila